forced feminization

This is a fictional story written for a fan about their sex life. If anyone else has a story they’d like written for them about fact or fictional events feel free to message me. As always please leave comments or constructive criticism so I can make your pleasure better!

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It was Monday afternoon. Joel had taken the day as an opportunity to work from home. Work had been stressful the past few weeks and he decided he deserved a day to relax at home. The morning started slow. His wife Stacey had gone to work so he crunched through a few emails and started thumbing through some porn online. It started slow like always. A few emails answered then he’d click over and watch some gorgeous chick get her ass pounded by a big thick cock. It was the cock’s that got Joel in trouble. Unfortunately Joel had been endowed with a rather pathetic cock, 3 and half inches at best. His wife still loved him despite his situation and over the years Joel had turned into quite an acceptable pussy eater, but the jealousy he felt about not having one of those gut splitting, hot, hard, throbbing monsters to fuck his wife with killed him. And filled him with lust.

It started with the anal scenes, he loved anal because that was the only time he could slide into his wife and it feel tight for him, but as he watched those monsters pound into those tight slutty holes he’d go from anal scenes, to monster cock and gangbang porn, till he’d end up watching tranny and bisexual porn so he could see as much cock as possible. He loved watching a sexy shemale or hung guy getting fucked in the ass, two cocks just flailing around with a girl on the side cheering them on. As his desire grew stronger he got up and went to the bedroom, the sound of a shemale dressed in a tight plaid miniskirt with her black thong pulled to the side as a big cock pummeled her insides filled the house. If he couldn’t have a big dick he wanted to be that tranny feeling that hard cock pump his insides, filling up every inch of him. He went to his wife’s drawers and found a black thong like the one the shemale was wearing as she got fucked. He quickly stripped and put it on. His pitiful erection almost barely tenting the front of them. He found a skirt, not quite the plaid one the tranny had on but he needed a bigger one as his wife was a deal thinner then him. He slid it on and grabbed a bra, that didn’t quite fit either.

He looked in the mirror. He was a mess, not even remotely as sexy as the shemale he’d gone wild over. However, when he turned around in the mirror and bent over so his skirt lifted so he could see that thong running up the crack of his ass he almost came in his panties as he imagined a big thick cock fucking that tight hole from behind.

“What the fuck are you doing!?”

“I ummm…. Uh…” Joel stammered as Stacey stood in the doorway, hands on her hips staring at her husband dressed up in her clothes. “I was just…”

“You were just being a sissy fagot.” She exclaimed, “And what the fuck is that noise?”

Joel had somehow forgotten about the porn he left playing on his computer, but now the sound of that shemale in ecstasy seemed to echo throughout the house.

“Babe, don’t go in…” but Stacey was already gone from the door way and Joel followed her nervously into the next room. She stood there stock still with her back to him as he entered.

“You want to be her, him, whatever. Don’t you?” Joel stood there saying nothing. “Answer me! You want to be a filthy little slut taking big cock up your tight little ass pussy and swallowing load after load of cum don’t you?” Joel was frozen, he’d never heard Stacey talk like that before and on one hand he was terrified but on the other he was incredibly turned on.

“Honey, I… look…” And then it all spilled out. He told her about how inferior he felt with his tiny cock and how the thought of a big cock fucking him made him feel more adequate in a weird way. How he loved her still that it was just a momentary phase, he would get over it. She stood there listening to all of it and when he finally finished she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him and walked out the door. Joel panicked. Where was she going, was she leaving him for good? He ran back and changed into his normal clothes and spent the next hour or so pacing around the house and frantically calling his wife’s cellphone which had been turned off. Finally the front door opened and his wife walked into the house with a handful of bags.

“Honey, could you help me with… oh, you’ve changed?” Stacey said as she handed him a few bags. “Well that’s alright, oh no peeking!” She said in an excited voice as she gave him a peck on the cheek. Joel was stunned, she acted as if nothing had happened. He turned and followed his wife into the bedroom and then into the master bath as she turned on the shower. She reached into one of the bags and pulled out a cream.

“Strip.” She said as she began rubbing the cream over every inch of him from the neck down. Joel at this point didn’t even question her, he knew he was on thin ice and didn’t care to see it break.

Once the cream was on him and it started to tingle and burn a bit Stacey had him step in the shower. The water started washing any hair off him where the cream had been. As he stepped out and dried off she pulled a few articles of clothing out of another bag. The first was a black lace thong, just slightly different than the one he’d been wearing when she caught him. The second was a light blue and black verses the shemale’s black and red and finally a bra that would fit him and a white collared shirt she had him tie in a knot to complete the ensemble. She stuffed his bra and then pulled out some long white socks and black 3 inch heels in his size. Once he was dressed she had him sit down. The feeling of the thong riding up his ass caused his cock to jump as she applied his makeup and a blond wig.

“Now there’s a sexy slut! She said as she added the finishing touches and had him turn around to see himself.”

“Wow… I… damn Stacey.”

“My sweet little Joelle, go wait for me in the bedroom.” The name she used caused his little cock to twitch again as he struggled to walk out of the bathroom in the heels.

He sat down on the side of the bed and nervously folded his skirt down. After a few moments Stacey came out of the bathroom wearing no make up with her hair pulled tight and back in a pony tale in a pair of baggy jeans and a cotton tee. Her tiny little 32a breasts couldn’t even be seen under the baggie shirt.

Joel just nodded nervously as he crossed his legs like a frightened teen girl.

“Answer me slut!” Stacey yelled.

“Yes I want that.” Joel answered meekly.

“Get on your knees then.” Joel obliged her and sank to his knees. She walked forward till her crotch was almost in line with his face. He knew what she wanted and started unbuttoning her jeans before she even asked.

“There’s an eager little slut. You can’t wait to have a nice cock in your mouth can you?”

As he unbuttoned the jeans a 6″ life like rubber cock sprang from their confines and slapped him in the face. Stacey chuckled and grabbed it’s shaft slapping him several more times on each side.

“Swallow it bitch.” Joelle leaned forward tentatively taking the tip into his mouth. Stacey wasn’t in the mood for slow however and grabbed the back of his head forcing him down her hard cock and causing him to gag. Joel panicked and pulled back but she forced his head back down.

“Learn to love it slut.” She said as her cock passed his tonsils. She began to roughly face fuck him and after a few minutes Joelle relaxed and grew accustomed to it. He was even moaning around it and jerking it into his mouth while his tongue ran the length of it every thrust. The shaft was getting coated with his spit and he was audibly moaning around his oral invader.

“Ohh fuck, you do love cock don’t you sissy?” Stacey was starting to get worked up as her strap-on had another side that was viciously rubbing her g-spot as she fucked Joelle’s mouth. “Look at you moaning and loving it! You can almost take every fucking inch. Have you done this before you sissy bitch? You’re a fucking natural.”

Joelle just moaned her approval as he continued to get face fucked like a porn star.

“Stand up slut.” Stacey finally commanded as she pulled her spit covered phallus from Joelle’s hungry lips, a long string of spit hung from the tip to her bottom lip. “I think it’s time you got fucked like the slut you are.”

Stacey then grabbed Joelle by the wig and threw her over the bed her, perky little ass pointing up invitingly as her nervous eyes stared back. Stacey felt amazing, she had decided to play along with Joelle’s fantasy to be a good wife but she was starting to love this, the power, the domination. She was lost in her lust. She pulled a tube of lube from her back pocket and poured a generous helping over her fingers before sliding Joelle’s thong aside and roughly forcing two fingers into her little puckered ass pussy. Joelle, squirmed and squealed in a moment of pain.

“Just relax and you will love it. Every sissy bitch loves her ass pussy fucked.”

Joelle took a deep breath and relaxed the grip on the fingers in his ass. Stacey went just a bit slower this time and started working them in and out. As her ass began to loosen Joelle began to moan, every time Stacey’s fingers hit her prostate her little clity would ooze precum into those nice lace panties. After several minutes Stacey wasn’t even moving her hand Joelle had begun to frenziedly fuck back and forth on them.

“Ohh more, more, fuuuuccccckkkkk….” Joelle moaned into the bed.

“Damn you are a filthy slut aren’t you Joelle? You can’t wait to feel this cock inside you.”

“Ohh fuck yes, please fuck my little ass pussy.”

Stacey turned Joelle around again and put his back on the bed climbing up beside him. She coated her cock with lube and aimed it at his puckered little hole. She pressed forward and the head popped in right away. Joelle moaned, completely lost in pleasure now, as she began to slowly slide it all the way in. When her balls rested on her ass cheeks she took a second to allow her little slut to get used to having that big thick pole in her tight little ass. However, she waited too long and soon Joelle was rocking back and forth on her own trying to fuck herself.

“You just can’t wait can you bitch? You have to have this dick right fucking now don’t you?”

“Yes, yes FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!”

With that Stacey pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Joelle moaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure as Stacey began to pound into her tight hole.

Stacey grabbed Joelle’s little clitty between her thumb and index finger and squeezed. In moments the little clit was oozing stream after stream of hot thick cum. Seeing her little bitch cum from getting fucked in the ass pushed her over the edge and she began to frantically fuck his asshole, driving the dildo inside her ever deeper. Joelle leaned up while his little clit was dribbling jets of warm jizz and pinched Stacey’s nipples through her shirt. Her breasts may be small but her nipples were super sensitive and in seconds both were shuddering as their orgasms rocked through them. Joelle was in heaven that thick cock in his ass felt better then he had ever imagined and Stacey was in love with dominating her sissy cock loving husband. As they started coming down from their orgasms Stacey pulled the cock from Joelle’s ass with a soft POP and pulled his cum covered panties off him wiping up any stray drop of cum before pressing them against his lips.

“There’s only one thing left to make you a real cum slut she said” as he began sucking his cum from the crumpled lace. “That’s my sexy bitch” she said as she watched him relish the taste of his spunk as it slid down his throat. “Things are about to change around here my filthy slut” and with that she kissed him on the cheek and laid down beside him.

In 2007 I felt pretty lucky. Having just graduated, I moved straight into a position as a junior trading analyst with a top city investment company, that was doing really well. I turned up for my first day of work in one of the smaller towers at Canary Wharf, but it had an amazing view across the Thames to Grenwich.

Things were going just fine until the financial crisis hit in December 2007. Rumours began to spread around the office that lay-offs were going to begin, and sure enough, staff began to file out with their meagre office possessions in cardboard boxes. It began in the juniors section – least experienced first, so we were all panicking the thought of being called into the dreaded office of supervisor Raisha Taylor, an immaculately dressed, mocha-skinned Anglo-Indian, known to be a ball-busting bitch who loved to come down hard, especially on junior men. We all suspected she had a bit of femdom in her, but no one knew the whole story.

A Singaporean girl who had a cubicle next to mine, Alice, was called into the office, and was in there for about twenty minutes, but when she emerged, instead of heading to her usual desk and packing her possessions like all the previous juniors had done, she headed across the office to a discreet blue door, and disappeared inside.

By this stage there was only three more of the last intake of juniors left. Myself, a blonde female Londoner called Abby, and an American girl called Clancy.

Clancy was next into Raisha’s office, and she too emerged after half an hour to head for the blue door. Abby and I were nervously chatting about what we thought was going on, and both feeling a bit strange in the now virtually empty office space that had previously been home to about twenty staff.

Raisha’s head poked around the corner of her door, summoning Abby, and leaving me alone to my own increasingly panicked thoughts.

Sure enough, after 25 minutes, Abby emerged and began walking across towards the blue door. Despite having her face downturned submissively she managed a discreet wink in my direction. I suddenly felt less taunted, but that quickly changed as Raisha emerged once again, looked directly at me and said: “Right. Last, in here now!”

I gingerly walked into the office and closed the door behind me. Raisha was leaning again the front of her desk – a broad oak classical design, that fitted well with the paneled decor of the old fashioned room. She wore a tight fitting white satin blouse that made it impossible for everyone to realise she had amazing 36C breasts, and skin tight leather pants showing off her long legs and curvy butt, above red high heels that matched her lipstick. Her long black hair was pulled back in a strict ponytail.

“Sit!” was all she said. I took the hard folding plastic chair in the middle of the office, that had replaced the usual plush guest chairs, and contrasted obviously with her own burgundy leather throne on the other side of the desk.

“I am sure you are aware that since the financial crisis has begun, we have had to make certain changes her, in order to stay competitive,” she begun. “It also means many have had to be let go of. I can predict this crisis is going to go on for the next couple of years at least, and whilst the company is strong enough to continue to make life comfortable for its employees, those that leave will have little prospect of finding meaningful employment in the next few years.”

She paused, and began pacing to let her words sink in.

“Now, the bad news is there is going to be no new positions for trading analysts until things pick up, which is why you have probably seen many of your fellow junior colleagues sadly departing this morning, most probably onto a much less rewarding life.”

My heart sank, she was about to make me walk the plank. I knew I would end up flipping burgers or something menial if I lost this job.

I felt her eyes appraising my body language, and presumably satisfied with what see saw, she decided to continue.

“Now in this firm, we value good staff, and don’t just let anybody go in these sorts of situations. A few of the girls considered their options, and given the opportunity to change career path, decided to stay on with us. I personally think you might be valuable enough to keep on, so that option may be available to you… depending on what you say in response to my next sentence.”

I gulped, this seemed very ominous. She paused for what seemed to be an eternity.

“You will have no proof of what I am about to say, and should you refuse my offer, any attempt to discuss it, or publicly reveal it will result in your total professional destruction by our team of lawyers – but I am sure we won’t need to come to that. You either agree, stand up and walk towards the blue door on the far side of the office, or refuse, go back to your desk, pack your belongings and depart, never to mention it again. Understood?”

“Yes.” was all I could reply.

“I have a particular personal interest in… certain types of men and women. I obviously do a LOT of background digging about potential staff before I take them on. A LOT. And I don’t just mean about your grades.”

I gulped. I started to think about where I thought this was heading.

“When you were at university, you engaged in certain types of activities which appeal to me, and make me think you would be willing to consider the career change I am about to offer you. I personally find submissive men very attractive, and I find your inner-submissiveness and feminine features likewise attractive. I know you have bisexual tendancies, and obviously you are not the most masculine man.”

She understated this fact for my modesty. At 5’6″ and 143 lbs I was quite scrawny. I was never good at sports, and I cut quite a feminine appearance.

“I know about some of your antics and I am going to offer you the opportunity to stay with us by re-training in the secretarial pool to become my personal secretary. I DO expect my secretary to be feminine, submissive, obedient, and immaculately dressed in feminine attire. I suspect this won’t be an issue, as I think were I to check, i would probably find you wearing girly panties right now!

This will permanently change every aspect of your life from now on, but you will be handsomely rewarded, and I believe happier than you could ever have been in the alpha male world of trading.”

I simply blinked, completely tacked aback. But how on earth did she find out about my background? For many men this would have probably been offensive or laughable, but she obviously had been digging in my background. She KNEW I had a dirty hidden secret, and she was using it to her advantage, but she had also confidently banked on my response.

I stood, looked into her glinting green eyes, and walked quietly with my head bowed across the office towards the blue door…

Two days had passed since my mother’s ultimatum to go back to being Andy, and neither she nor my father had said more than 4 words to me. My dad even seemed to be going out of his way to avoid seeing me.

Derrick said he fixed my problem with Michael, he had basically hacked in and deleted any backup copies Mike had on time machine, and then nuked his laptop and restored it without the video. I was so relieved. But Derrick really liked my boobies all pumped up, and the way I was dressing really turned him on, so he said to keep playing along, but that If I felt like defying Michael on anything that I was safe to do so now.

So I continued to use the Brava, which I was sure I needed to stop doing, as everyday the swelling went down less and less, so that by Friday I didn’t need to resort to the inserts at all.

Michael continued to supply me with hot, school girl accouterments. It was a green skirt and underwear for Wednesday, along with matching bows on the stockings and ribbons in my twintails, a Pink set on Thursday, and today was a mixture of green and orange the school colors – orange and green ribbons, orange bows on my stockings, a green skirt and orange bra and panties. With the mostly white outfit and the green and orange accents, my outfit matched the cheerleading uniforms Shana and the girls wore on game day. Michael said to keep all the clothes that they were now my standard uniform for school.

And I was actually starting to enjoy looking like an anime cosplay girl every day. Shana made a comment that I was like ‘walking PG rated porn’. I laughed at that, but in a way I kinda got off on it. I had spent my whole life being unremarkable, and now I was usually the center of attention. But I was glad that in the future I would have more freedom to dress the way I wanted. I was not enjoying getting up this early. For once I’d like to sleep-in. put my hair in a ponytail, and wear jeans and tank top to school, or something casual.

When Derrick dropped me off that morning, he said he had some business to take care of that afternoon, so I would have my afternoon free. I once asked him what his business was, and he looked at me sternly and said not to ever ask again, so it’s a topic I definitely stayed away from.

But I was free after school to hang with Shana and the girls, which got me very excited. Shana had a car so after school she drove us to Brie’s house. Brie’s dad was a big time mortgage guy or something. They had a huge house with a pool over by the Victoria Golf Course. Nobody was home when we got there.

It was late September in Riverside, California, and almost a ninety degrees. Molly, who like never spoke, suggested we go swimming.

“Yes!!!” Shana squealed.

I balked.

“I don’t have a suit.”

“So, go skinny dippin’, bitch!” Shana beamed and smacked my ass.

Brie bounced over into her huge walk-in closet.

“You can borrow one of mine, that’s what these three freeloaders do.”

She came out with a handful of bikini’s and tossed them on the bed. Katie, Molly and Shana snatched up a set each for themselves. I bit my lip as I reached for the one that was left. A shiny white one with pink polka dots. The bottoms tied at the sides.

Shana, Brie and Katie reached for the side zippers on their cheer shells, and were out of their uniforms in a flash. I was a little stunned to see them changing in front of me. I had never seen a girl naked in real life, so seeing these prime specimens buck naked, I was like a deer in headlights. Shana laughed.

“Like what you see, Andrea? C’mon, hurry up and get changed. Last one in the pool is a filthy slut.”

I still hesitated. Katie who was now totally naked began unbuttoning my shirt. I stared at her perfect little B-cup breasts, he fatless body, and her curves.

“It’s okay, Andi, don’t be shy. You’re one of us now.”

She pulled my shirt off, and gently rested a hand on one of my tits as she moved around behind me to untie my corset and I started to get aroused. I stopped her.

“I… I’m sorry. I’m still really new at this. Can I…”

Brie, who was pulling off her uniform now smiled warmly.

“It’s fine if you’re shy, Andi. We’ve been getting naked together since we were like 8 There’s a bathroom down the hall you can change in, but you’re gonna miss out on stuff like this.”

Brie grabbed Shana and kissed her full on the mouth. Shana returned the kiss, and slapped Brie sharply in the crotch.

“Ow, bitch!” Brie said as she pinched Shana’s boob.

Shana pulled away and danced slowly as she turned in a circle and spoke.

“I told you. I’m not that kinda girl.”

“Liar!” Katie squealed. “You made out with me on a sleep-over when we were 12. After Tommy broke up with you.”

Shana blew her a kiss.

“And if you play your cards right, bitch, maybe one deal I’ll seal the deal, and lick your pussy.”

“Gross,” Molly exclaimed.

“Somebody’s jealous,” Katie smiled and smacked her ass in Molly’s direction. Molly stuck her tongue out at her.

“I’m gonna go change,” I said as I blushed. Katie threw me a beach towel as I was walking out.

I went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. I undressed and had to fight the excitement and thrill of wearing a bikini for the first time. I tied the top around my back, and then lifted the strings and tied it behind my neck. It caressed my breasts wonderfully, and looked amazing. I pulled on the bottoms and tied the sides. I checked myself in the mirror. I had some marks on my sides from the corset, and was curiously intrigued with how shapely my body seemed. I wonder if it had something to do with wearing the corset all week. I wrapped the towel around me and tucked it in, so it was a long skirt.

I pulled my hair out of the twin tails, and tousled it to sort of get out the kinks from being bunched up like that all day. I was gorgeous enough. I stepped out into the empty hallway and I could hear music, and splashing coming from outside. I saw out the window that the girls were already in the pool.

I raced downstairs, and walked out the back into the pool area. The cat calls started immediately.

“Whoa, bay-bay!” Shana yelled.

I removed the towel, and threw it on one of the loungers.

“Damn, gurrrrrrl! You better get that hot body in the water before it melts.” Katie crooned.

I smiled and did a little curtsy. And then dove into the pool. We had a splash fight, and goofed around for a bit, then got out and lay in the sun. We tanned for a few hours, Katie and Molly had to leave, and Brie went inside for a while, leaving the lounger next to me open.

Shana came and laid next to me.

“Okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But It’s really hard to believe you’re really a boy,” Shana prodded.

“Thanks, I’m having a hard time believing it myself.” I replied

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Dressing like a girl.”

“About a week.”

“Shut up! Okay, you were either meant to be a girl, or you’re like getting help from some Hollywood illusionist.”

“Well, I’m not on hormones, so it’s not permanent, it’s just…like, swelling.”

“Can I feel them?” She asked curiously

“Um…”

I really didn’t need to get turned on right now, so I stalled.

“You can feel mine if you want. I touch yours, you touch mine,” she pleaded.

I gazed longingly at her beautiful D-cups, then back to her quivering lips, and those stunning blue eyes – she was like a voluptuous Lucy Hale. I was powerless.

“Okay…” I relented

Shana gently traced the outer curves of my boobs with her hands. She gently massaged them carefully avoiding my nipples.

“They feel amazing. Here feel mine.”

I nervously reached out and did the same thing to her fabulous breasts that she did to mine. I started to get hard, I reflexively gasped. Shana took that as a green light, she crawled on top of me, and kissed me deeply as she ground her pelvis into me. She pulled my tits out of the bikini, and sucked my titties. It was torture. I was so hot and horny.

“Shana, stop.”

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry. Are you only into guys?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just….it’s embarrassing.”

“It’s okay, you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”

She kissed me gently, and ran her fingers through my hair. I broke down. I told her everything about how everything got started. How I got blackmailed into this, the glue, Michael/Michelle and Derrick… everything.

“Shut up! So, wait. All this time, like all your life, you always fantasized about being a girl, but never did anything about it till now?”

“That seems really stupid, right? And now I don’t know if I’d ever go back. I mean… Well. I’ve never had sex with a girl, so I don’t really know, but sex with Derrick is….”

“Mind blowing.”

“Yeah…Wait. You’ve??”

“Yeah… It was sort of on the DL, about 3 years ago. I was going through this really rebellious phase. I was sneaking out of the house, and hanging with the rough crowd. Derrick’s crowd.”

“Nipples don’t start looking like this until our hormones kick in. Also, I felt the gland behind your nipple, boys don’t have them. They only start growing when there is estrogen present.”

She squeezed my boob around my nipple. It hurt really bad, but I could see that there was a golf ball sized lump behind my nipple. I felt it, it was rather large. She put my hand on her boob and I could feel the same lump, only hers was larger.

“What the…?”

“That’s the mammary gland. You have real breasts, girlfriend. You can only get these with hormones.”

“Is it permanent?”

She nodded concerned.

My world was spinning. I nearly fainted.

What the fuck was happening? Somebody had to be dosing me. But was it Derrick or Michael? I got suck to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Shana followed me in. I knelt there crying – my world falling apart.

“What’s wrong?” Shana asked.

“I don’t know who to trust anymore. And… now, because of this… I can’t go ever back to the way I was, even if I wanted to. I’m…. I’m stuck this way.”

Shana hugged me. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. There was nothing she could say that would make me feel better.

I pulled out my phone. I texted Derrick:

[I think I swallowed some pool water or something. Not feeling good. Gonna have Shana take me home, K?]

After a few seconds the reply came.

[OK ]

I looked up at Shana.

“Will you take me home?”

She nodded.

Shana dropped me off. I ran up up to my room, closed the door, and collapsed onto my bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour. I got up, and went to my computer and searched for HRT effects. As I read more about it, I began to learn that it makes the skin softer, more translucent, the body begins to store fat around the breast and hip areas, the face becomes more gentler, and feminine.

I locked the door, and stripped naked. I examined my body in the mirror. I had slight curves, my skin seemed softer, my face gentler. I put the bikini back on, I ran to the bathroom to weigh myself. I had gained 7 pounds since the last time I weighed myself. Women retain fat more easily than men. But my belly wasn’t bigger, it was all in my boobs and hips. I shuffled back to my room in a a daze.

I went to my computer and sorted through my pictures till I found one of me in swim trunks from last year. I didn’t recognize me. I compared that picture to the person I saw in the mirror… and it was very apparent – I WAS ON HORMONES!

My shock turned to anger. Whether I liked it or not. I was Andi to stay. My mom would be furious when she found out. This would confirm everything Michael was saying to her about me, and that I was transitioning behind my her back. It had to be Michael who did this. He gave me OJ every morning. He could have easily hidden it in there. I never would have tasted it.

How could I have not known this was happening, and how did it happen so quickly? I stood at the mirror looking at the new me. I tried to picture the old me from the picture in the vision that stood before me…. but I couldn’t. All I saw was the girl I had always wanted to be.

The words Michael spoke that first afternoon when he tempted me into dressing for the first time echoed in my head — “I’ll make you into the girl you always wanted to be.” And there she was in the mirror. What I had secretly always wanted had come to pass, but I hated who I had to thank for it. I should have been happy, but instead I felt used – like a plaything that Michael and Derrick were just fucking with.

Almost on cue, my phone rang. It was Michael. I couldn’t contain my rage. I answered it.

“You fucking piece of shit!”

“Whoa, Andi, is that any way for a young lady to talk?”

“You’ve been dosing me with estrogen.”

He laughed.

“Yeah, I wondered how long it take you to figure it out. And it’s been working out way better than I hoped.”

“How could you?”

“You are very naive Andi. You always have been. I’ve been slipping very low doses to you all summer. The changes were so slow and slight that nobody noticed, not even you. You didn’t notice your nipples getting darker, or ever so slightly larger, your body less boxy, your skin softening, your hair getting thicker and healthier. You were saturated with estrogen. All we did this week was boost them, and your feminine body has rocketed to life. The Brava has helped the fat cells propagate at an accelerated rate. When the gland finishes developing you could end up a voluptuous full C or even a D cup. You’re gonna be irresistible…”

I started crying.

“But why?”

“I’ve known what you are longer than you have. All the telltale signs were there. While riding in the car, I’d see you glancing out the window at shop windows full of only women’s fashions. There was the guilty way you look at Britney’s sexy lingerie lying around the house, hoping no one would notice. But you forget, I’m just like you. So, I noticed. Remember that night we had the house to ourselves, 4th of July… I left a bunch of sexy things on the counter in the bathroom just to see if you would spend any extra time in there. You weren’t taking a dump in there were you?… You were trying on my sister’s clothes, weren’t you.”

He had me pegged.

“Yes,” I sobbed.

“You shouldn’t cry, dude. I’m making you into what you always fantasized about, and conversely what I always fantasized about – a meek little tranny slut that I can control. And no matter what you think about your relationship with Derrick, he will absolutely grow tired of you no matter what you do. It’s his nature. And when he does, he’ll turn you over to me, and you’ll be me little fuck toy, until I grow tired. And then… who knows?”

“How could you? You were my friend.”

“I’m still your friend. I’m your best friend. You can’t tell me this hasn’t been the best week of your life. You are now friends with the most popular girls in school. You’re having amazing sex, and you don’t have to hide who you are anymore. How is that not awesome?”

“You just can’t fuck with people’s bodies like this. Without their permission. This is my body. My choice.”

“It’s my body now. I own you.”

“You arrogant, little shit!”

“Careful, you know the consequences of getting out of line, missy. And I need you’re sweet ass over here tonight. So get your lips all shiny, and your ass all lubed, and ready for my cock. Derrick is out ‘taking care of business’ so you are mine tonight.”

“Fuck, you!”

I hung up. He couldn’t control me anymore. Derrick had taken care of that. I was certain of one thing going forward. I was not going to be anybody’s bitch. I was going to take control of my life.

I sat at my computer and began compiling research on what I needed to do to be Andi legally, and whether or not I could pursue transition without going all the way. I wasn’t against having a vagina, but it seemed the odds of getting a good one were pretty low. Besides I really loved anal way more than I thought I would. But I had never even had a chance to use my dick…

As I was bookmarking articles, something Michael had said began to bother me. Why did he have to wait for Derrick to lose interest. Why was that important? He must have really feared Derrick, or maybe it was something else. What did he mean by “we boosted”? Could Derrick be in on this with him? He did make it a point to make those amazing shakes all the time. How could I be in a relationship with someone I didn’t trust. Or better yet, someone who didn’t trust me.

That thought prompted me to feel my glued down “pussy”. Something sharp poked my finger through the bikini bottoms. I pulled them down, and examined the area. The glue was peeling, and cracking I tugged on my member, and with a crackling sound, and a little bit of pain it came free, but was encrusted with dried glue. I tried peeling some of it off, it was excruciatingly painful on my sensitive skin.

I quickly did a search for breast form glue, I found the brand Michael had used. I clicked on the remover link, and read the ingredients. I did another search, and found a link that said in a pinch, though not recommended cuz it would ruin the breast forms, that nail polish remover could be used. My mom had bought me some when we went shopping!

I pulled up the bikini, and walked gingerly to the bathroom, the dried glue was pointy and prickly on my nut sack. I took a wash cloth and some nail polish remover, and went to work gently loosening up the glue, and removing the remains. My junk was free at last. But the remover dried my skin out. I needed a shower.

I went back to my room, and my phone rang. It was Michael. I hit ‘ignore’, and saw that while I was in the bathroom there were 6 missed calls and 2 voicemails from Michael. I smiled. Apparently he discovered Derrick’s handiwork. I started feeling better. The phone rang again, I almost hit ‘ignore’, when I saw that it was Shana. I answered.

“Hey, Shana!”

“Andi, are you coming to the game tonight?”

“I don’t know. Should I?”

“Yes, you should definitely come. I have a surprise for you.”

“Sure, come pick me up.”

“I can’t I have to be there early, I’m on my way there right now.”

“Okay, I’ll see if I can get a ride. And then I need to get ready.”

“Great! I’ll see you there.”

I hung up, and smiled. I called Derrick, and told him that I was feeling better, and wanted to go to the game, he said he had some business stuff to do first, so he couldn’t get me there till close to halftime. I agreed. I needed a shower, and time to get ready anyway.

I took a shower, and decided what to wear. Our school colors were Green and Orange, and I had all the green and orange stuff Michael got me. Our cheerleaders wore white uniforms with a green and orange bear logo, and trim. I tried to think of an outfit that wouldn’t look like I hadn’t changed after school, but would have a little school spirit.

I started with the orange satin bra and panties with the black lace. I tossed the stockings and the garters aside, and went with the green layer skirt. I searched my clothes, but couldn’t find anything appropriate that matched. I put on my school uniform shirt, but only buttoned the 2 middle buttons, and took the rest and tied it in a bow leaving my belly bare, and my cleavage and bra showing a bit.

Instead of my twintails, I pulled the green and orange ribbons out of the scrunchies, and used them to tie my hair in a high pony tail the way the cheerleaders did. I pulled on some white socks, and a pair of white sneakers, and I was ready.

My mom had bought me the ‘Making Faces’ book I had seen at Michael’s, and I had been watching Michael do my make-up all week and learning why he did the things he did, so I was confident that I could do my own. I found a look in the book I really liked. A smoky shimmery sexy look. I copied it using green and black eyeshadow, and drew a little flower out of eyelash glue on my cheek, and sprinkled it with green and orange glitter. I looked fabulous.

My phone dinged. A text message from derrick

[outside.]

I smiled, grabbed my purse and ran downstairs. The front door was open, and to my horror my mom was standing next to Derrick’s car reading him the riot act. Derrick did not look happy. My mom spun on her heels, looked me over.

“Where are you going, young lady?”

“To the game… at school.”

“And afterwards?”

I looked sideways at Derrick. My mom groaned.

“I knew it. You’re fucking him.”

“Mom! Stop!”

She pulled me away from the car and whispered tersely.

“Drea, just because you can’t get pregnant doesn’t mean you are free to be having sex all the time. If you are going to… BE like this, you need to learn to act like a lady.”

“Mom, it’s not like I’m having sex in public.”

“He’s just using you. You’re too new to this. You don’t know what you’re doing. Give me some time to teach you things you need to know to be a girl in society. You don’t know how vulnerable you are.”

I started to get angry at everyone trying to run my life.

“You know what, I’m 18. I can do whatever the hell I want!”

I pushed past her, and got in the car. My mom shouted at me in a way I’d never seen before.

“Fine. If this is the way you want it. Leave! But know this, if you insist on acting like a damn slut, it’s going to come back to haunt you. And I will not feel sorry for you, one bit!”

I ignored her and told Derrick to drive. We pulled away.

As we grew closer to the High School, and I was so angry I was tearing up. Derrick put his hand gently on my leg.

“It’s okay. She’ll calm down. But maybe you should spend the weekend at Shana’s, just so we don’t make things worse.”

“No. Fuck her. I’m tired of being told what to do.”

I reached over and stroked Derrick through his jeans. I undid his pants and freed his cock.

“Pull over there in the shadows. It’s time I got fucked in the backseat like a proper teenager.”

I leaned over and gave him head. Derrick quickly parked behind the band room where the parking lot lights were off.

I jumped in the back seat. Derrick climbed on me, and kissed me deeply. he reached up my skirt and fumbled with my cock through my panties. He stopped.

“You forget that I’m not with you because you’re a girl. I really dig T-girls.”

“Really?” I asked bewildered.

He nodded. Pulled my panties down, and placed my cock in his mouth. He gently sucked my dick while I played with my tits. The combo made me hotter than I’d ever been. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. He came up for air, and I went down on his cock to lube it up. He was harder and fuller than I’d ever seen him.

He pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs over my head, and made love to me while looking me in the eye. Other than riding his cock this was the first face to face fuck, where I could look him in the eye while he fucked me. He fucked me slowly while I mashed my tits together, and pinched my nipples. I moaned in absolute ecstasy. I came so hard I actually blacked out for a bit. I came to and Derrick was ramping up. He slowly sped up till he was jack hammering my ass with his cock. I came two more times, and as he came in my ass, and collapsed on top of me, I was in heaven.

As we lay there I could feel our cocks touching. I wrapped my arms around him, embraced him, and whispered in his ear.

“I love you, Derrick. I really mean it this time. I love you. I never hoped in a million years to find someone who would be attracted to me in this form. Not quite girl, not quite boy, but human just the same. You make me happy. Happier than I’ve ever been in my life. Thank you.”

“I love you, too. You’re amazing.”

Amazing. I had never been called that by anyone. Not with such quiet honesty. Michael may have left me with no choice but to continue being Andi, but that meant I could call myself a girl, officially. I wasn’t going back not for my mom, not for the school, not anybody. And I was a very lucky girl… Well, until I realized the mess I made inside my skirt. It was getting cold, wet and sticky inside. I wiped it with my hand to clean it up.

“Awww, fuck,” I said reflexively.

Derrick grabbed my hand and licked it clean. I stared at him in awe. He wiped the rest of the mess off the inside of my skirt, and licked his fingers clean.

“I love your taste, Darlin’.”

He cleaned the head of my cock with his mouth. He tucked my junk between my legs, and pulled my panties up. I kissed him, and tasted myself on his lips. I smiled.

“You’re amazing. My amazing man.”

Derrick smiled. Pulled up his pants. and we crawled back up front. The cold residue of cum that was in the inner layer of my layer skirt was wet against my leg. But I smiled because of what it represented. I knew it would dry soon enough. You couldn’t knock the smile off my face. For all intents and purposes, I was a girl, and I was in love with a man who loved me, and made me feel special. Regardless of all the fucked-up bullshit that got me to this point, life could not get any better.

Derrick dropped me off, and then left. Said he hated watching HS football games, that the level of play was too slow and sloppy for him. I shrugged it off, and watched him leave.

It was the beginning of the 2nd quarter. The cheerleaders were doing their thing to get the crowd excited. I entered the stadium, and walked across the lower level of the grandstands. I waved at Shana after her routine. She waved back, and smiled big.

As I looked for a seat, a lot of my classmates and their parents said “hi” to me. I hadn’t really stopped to think about it, but I guess a cross-dressing/transsexual teen in school would be something the other kids would talk about with their parents. It became pretty clear that everyone on this side of the stadium knew my secret, which felt odd. A few underclassmen boys slid down the bleacher bench to make room for me. One of them motioned for me to sit.

“Andi, you can sit here, if ya want?”

It was a pretty good spot to see the game, so I sat and watched. I could feel their eyes on me. I turned slowly to look at them, and raised an eyebrow. They all blushed, they had been checking me out. I smiled and kinda laughed to myself. I guess there are worse things that can happen to young Tranny than being lusted after by underclassmen.

I returned my attention to the game,and the cheer squad. My eyes locked on Shana in her cheer uniform rocking her body to the cheers. She looked up at me, and smiled a lot.

Halftime came, and the band played, and the cheer squad did their competition routine. The crowd roared when they finished. Katie, the captain grabbed a microphone and thanked everyone for their support of the team, and for the fund raiser the squad had run this week. And then things… got…weird….

“So, as many of you know, there’s a new girl in school. And we are very, very proud of her, and her courage. And we’re sure her journey this semester will inspire and enlighten us all. So, after discussing it with our sponsor Mrs. Luicki, we all voted, and have decided to name Andrea Lembke an honorary cheer squad member,” Katie announced.

What?

The crowd cheered. Katie beckoned for me to come down to the track. I must have been bright red. I walked, weak-kneed down the steps, and out onto the track. I approached Katie, and out of a backpack Shana pulled a Cheer Shell with an “A” stitched into it and a matching pleated panel cheer skirt. It was an alternate’s uniform.

“Let’s hear it for Andi!!” Katie yelled into the mic.

The crowd cheered again. And then Shana rocked my world. She took the mic from Katie, and smiled at me with a glint of mischief in her eye.

“The girls on the squad and I have gotten to know Andi pretty well this week, and we all think she’s amazing. She’s a shining example of beauty and courage – something we look for in our leaders, and our Homecoming Court. Sooooooo, I hereby nominate Andi Lembke for Homecoming Queen…”

My jaw dropped. Shana continued.

“…Does anyone second the nomination?”

Brie, Katie, and Molly all jumped up and down waving their hands.

“Aye, Aye.”

I looked up at the crowd, and there were people all over the stands jumping up and down and seconding the nod. Shana turned to me with a giant smile.

“Well, that makes it official. Andi’s name will be added to the Homecoming ballot. And remember it’s only 3 weeks away, so be sure to vote, and get you tickets for the dance, It’s gonna be the greatest Homecoming EVERRRRRR!!!”

The crowd went nuts. I was shaking with adrenaline, and joy. I covered my face with my hands. Shana handed the mic back to Katie and hugged me. All the girls came over for a group hug. I cold not stop shaking, I was overcome with emotion. Shana handed me my uniform. I clutched it to my chest, and cried.

I returned to the stands to watch the rest of the game. The team won in a close game, and the crowd slowly filed out of the stadium. I walked down to the track and hooked up with Shana and we walked out together. I punched her arm playfully.

“Ow, bitch. What was that for?” Shana smiled.

“I can’t believe you did that! It was sooooo embarrassing.”

“Yeahhhhhh, but kind of amazing, too, huh?”

“Yeah. Except I’m so overwhelmed. My head is spinning. I need to get a dress, and a date, well… I guess I already have one.”

I told her about the amazing sex I had just before the game with Derrick in the car. She smiles but doesn’t seem that happy for me.

“Well, I doubt you’ll get Derrick to escort you to anything around here, plus I think he’s like banned from school functions.”

“Really, why?”

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

Shana looked lost in thought for a bit. Then she pulled me away from the crowd toward the locker room exit. Which was in the shadowy area where Derrick and I had sex earlier. I was a bit surprised to see Derrick’s car parked in the lot. Derrick sat in the back seat, chilling. Shana pulled me over to a spot in the bushes that lined the parking lot.

“Shana, what are we doing here?”

“Shhh, just wait for it.”

“Now I’m only showing you this because you have a right to know, but I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like it, so don’t hate me… okay?”

I nodded. I saw Derrick take out his phone and text someone. I got a text from Derrick

[running late. b there soon]

He was lying to me. My heart sank. Was he cheating on me? I felt a lump form in my throat.

We waited for most of the players to leave. When all was quiet. Jimmy – one of the jock goons who was friends with Brad – the guy who grabbed my ass earlier that week exited the locker room, and looked around to make sure the coast was clear.. He approached Derrick’s car. Derrick got out, and handed Brad a duffel bag. Jimmy handed Derrick a large wad of cash that Derrick quickly spot checked. He nodded, and Jimmy threw the bag into his truck, and drove off.

“What’s in the bag?” I whispered to Shana.

She opened her mouth to speak, and nothing came out.

“Shana, what’s in the bag?”

She swallowed hard.

“Glass.”

“Crystal Meth?”

She nodded. My world spun around me.

“Derrick’s a dealer?”

“A cook, mostly. Jimmy is the actual dealer.”

“Our starting middle linebacker is a meth dealer?”

“It’s the 909, baby. We breed the world’s finest scumbags.”

I felt sick to my stomach.

“C’mon, we can’t be seen here.”

Shana grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward the stadium lot and over to her car.

I leaned up against her car, and tried to get a grip on things. How was I this naive? had I been so wrapped up in my video games and fantasies that I was unaware of everything going on around me. Did Michael know? My head hurt from all the questions.

“This is why you two broke up.”

Shana nodded.

“What am I gonna do?”

“I don’t know. I’m so sorry. You seemed so happy with Derrick, I just thought you should know who he really is.”

“God, this is bad. I can’t hide things from people. I’m terrible at masking my feelings.”

“Look men are simple. As long as you make them feel like you want their dick, they don’t see anything. They’re blind that way.”

“So, what… I attack him sexually for the entire weekend?”

“You have a better idea?”

I looked up to see Derrick’s Charger round the corner and approach us. Fuck. I couldn’t go home, I was still too pissed at my mom. I wasn’t sure I could even be in the same room as Derrick, and not spill that I knew about this. I had to make a decision fast. I had a flimsy plan, so I tried it. I walked up to Derricks’s car and held up the Cheer Shell, and geeked-out.

“I’m an honorary Cheerleader. Can you believe it?”

“That’s awesome, babe.”

“They’re making me an alternate, so I have to learn all the routines… so I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I spent the weekend at Shana’s. I have a lot of catching up to do.”

He smiled warmly.

“No problem, but then next weekend, you perform them for me privately wearing that, and see if you can get a rise out of the audience.”

I smiled, and leaned through the window and kissed him.

“Thank you for being so understanding. I’ll see you on Monday.”

He smiled back, gave an indifferent nod to Shana, and then drove off. I exhaled as if I’d been holding my breath the entire time. Come to think of it I might have been.

“See? You’re a natural,” Shana sighed. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

We stopped at ‘In and Out’, and got some food, and then went to her place. She introduced me to her parents, told them I’d be spending the night, and we went to her room to eat, and talk things out.

After a long talk I did a pretty good job of getting my bearings with the whole Derrick thing. I still wasn’t sure how I would react the next time we were together, but the shock was wearing off, and I began to just set it aside in my mind, and focus on the fact that I was in the bedroom of a girl, that 2 weeks ago I could never have dreamed I’d be this close to.

Shana told me all about her relationship with Derrick. That before she moved in with her dad and step-mom, she had lived with her mom and step-dad who had molested her. When she turned 18 she was able to leave her mom’s custody and came to live with her dad. She cried, I hugged her. I could kinda relate. I was adopted, and never really felt like I belonged anywhere.

At Shana’s insistence I stripped down to my bra and panties, and then tried on my cheer uniform. I never fantasized about being a cheerleader, but as Shana zipped-up the side of the shell encasing me inside, it reminded me of a corset, a little bit – the tight fit of the shell caressing my boobs was electrifying, and seeing the pleated skirt started to get me hot.

As my dick, which was carefully tucked between my legs began swell, it felt like it did when Derrick would tease me by rubbing my back there with his cock. I was really turned on. I wanted to be fucked.

Shana stood next to me in her cheer uniform – looking into the mirror.

“We look so hot together. Maybe you should take me to homecoming…” She mused.

She played with the ribbons in my hair, and smiled as I turned towards her. I stared into those deep blue eyes, and could not stop looking at the sexy curl of her lips. She pushed her boobs together under her shell, and tossed her hair.

“…We could charge all the boys in school money to watch us make-out, ” She giggled.

She reached out and ran her hands across my tits, and then moved in close and kissed me. I stopped wanting to be fucked, and I wanted to fuck her. I had never had the courage to be aggressive with a girl before, but I gently caressed one of her perfect boobs through the shell. She moaned softly, so I reached under her skirt, and rubbed her pussy through her panties. She moaned loader. I kissed her neck the way Derrick would kiss mine.

“I want you,” I whispered.

She reached up my skirt, and fumbled with my my cock enough to realize it wasn’t glued down anymore. A look of wonder and excitement crept across her face. She stroked my cock.

“Are you as eager to give up your virginity as I am to take it?”

I couldn’t resist any longer. I kissed her, and she pulled me down onto her bed. I unzipped her shell, and she stripped it off. She did the same to mine. She pulled her sports bra off, and her perfect D-cup titties bounced beautifully. She reached up and gently tickled my nipples through the satin of my bra with the tips of her finger nails. My head nearly exploded. I tried doing it to myself with the same result. She licked her own nipples, as we both cranked ourselves up without breaking eye contact.

I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, she did the same. She sat up, and pushed me onto my back, she pulled my panties down and released my rock hard cock.

“Oh, god, Andi. It’s beautiful. I want you in my mouth, baby.”

She reached down and stroked my cock as she wrapped her lips around me. I tried to hold back but after about 30 seconds of her heavenly mouth on my cock I exploded – cumming on her face. I was horrified. I expected her to me be mad.

“I’m so sorry, Shana…”

“It’s ok,” She said as she wiped the cum from her face.

“Open your mouth,” She commanded.

I felt so awful that I complied. And she fed me my own cum.

“Bad girls who can’t control themselves have to eat their own cum, and you’re a very bad girl.’

I sucked her fingers clean, and bit my, lower lip. Shana then pouted, as she rubbed her pussy through her panties.

“My pussy wants your cock. But now Mr. Happy has gone night-night.”

She pulled her panties off, and motioned me to her bald and beautiful snatch.

“Return the favor?”

I placed my head between her thighs and did the best I could. She instructed me very calmly and gently about how she liked to be licked. Her moaning got me excited, as she grabbed my hair and mashed my face into her cunt. Not long after she came as she practically dug her nails into my scalp.

She pushed herself back and laid back on her bed, still bucking. The sight of her was bringing my wood back. A quick tickle of my nipples had me rock hard. I crawled on top of her. She embraced me, and kissed me, as I tried to find her pussy with my virgin dick.

I entered her, and she reached up and pulled my tits out of my bra, and massaged them as I began to fuck her. It felt good to thrust into her, but I had to admit not as much as being thrust into. But with her driving me insane with the nipple stimulation, sitting up periodically to suck on my nipples. I came and collapsed next to her. We laid there for a bit as I wound down. She ran her hand across my belly and kissed me lightly.

“So how was it? Your first time with a girl, I mean?”

“Totally amazing. I had no idea it would be this good.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t what I expected, and not nearly as intense as being fucked. But she was my friend, and had been my biggest, nicest supporter since I came out. I cared about her, and didn’t want to hurt her feelings. And the intimacy I had with her was stronger than what I felt with Derrick, but the orgasms were not as intense.

We cuddled in silence for a while, until I just had to get some stuff off my chest.

“I’m on hormones.”

“You mean on purpose?”

“No, Michael has been dosing me without my knowledge. He confessed.”

“That’s fucking dangerous.”

“I know.”

I filled her in on everything I had discovered. And about my mom freaking out over Derrick.

“Sounds like my mom. But she has a point, you do need to be careful. Lotta weirdos out there.”

“Any weirder than the idiots I’m already in bed with?”

Shana laughed.

“Probably not.”

She kissed me gently, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

—————————————–

Shana’s cell ringing woke us up in the morning. She answered it. It was Katie.

“Kate, it’s fucking Saturday. Go back to sleep….

No shit?….

That’s amazing…”

She looked sideways at me.

“…She shouldn’t be too hard to track down considering she’s naked as a bluejay right here in my bed….I am NOT, I just like what I like… Okay, we’ll meet you there.”

She hung up and smiled hugely.

“Okay, so Brie’s mom and dad were at the game last night, and they were so inspired by your story that they’ve decided to spring for all our homecoming dresses at the Jovani Outlet in the mall. Her mom has an account there.”

“Is that good?”

“Are you kidding? It’s amazing! I was gonna have to go to Nordstrom, ugh… Jovani is sooooooo much nicer. their dresses are uh-mazing! We gotta get showered and ready. We’re meeting them there at in two hours. Augh, not enough time!!”

“Shana, it’s two hours. That’s plenty.”

“Oh my god, you have so much to learn. We have to shower, eat, get dressed, make-up and hair have to be perfect. WE ARE TRYING ON HOMECOMING DRESSES!! We gotta move. We are gonna have to shower together to save time, c’mon.”

She pulled me up out of bed, and dragged me into her bathroom. We giggled as we washed each other in the shower.

Afterwards, Shana did my hair, using a curling iron she styled into a series of long, large ringlets. I did my make-up as she did her own hair similarly. She did her make-up as I watched her graceful moves in awe. She smiled at me as I looked at her like a big sister that I could never be like.

“You’re amazing at all of this.”

“Andi, I’ve been doing this for, like, ever. You’ll get this good soon. Just takes study and practice.”

She adjusted my make-up slightly, and then we searched for clothes I could borrow. Her bras were too big in the cup area, and too tight in the band, and her pants were way too tight around the waist. My pooch kept spilling over the waistband. She was like a size 2, and I was easily a 4 or a 6. Shana thought for a second.

“I know… Katie and I have been besties since way back, and she has a habit of leaving clothes over here. You are probably closer to her size than mine.”

She rummaged through a drawer in the bottom of her closet.

“Hah. Jackpot. Try these on.”

She scooped up a pile of clothes, and gave them to me. It was an assortment of Jeans, T-shirts, leather pants, bras, panties. I found a pair of skinny jeans that fit. And a Victoria Secret push-up bra. I looked fantastic just in that.

Shana tossed me a Hollister tight scoop necked Tee out of her drawer. I pulled it on and it clung to my body, and really showed off my new curves and what the Bra was doing to my boobs. When I looked in the mirror it was like someone punched me. For the first time I looked like a typical teenage girl. I was hot. But not ostentatiously so. I took a few steps back, and sat on her bed.

Shana saw the look on my face and came and sat next to me.

“You okay?”

“I… I look normal.”

“No you don’t. You look hot… but I know what you mean.”

She hugged me for a moment. I almost cried. Then she swatted my thigh.

“Okay, now put some shoes on, and let’s go shopping!”

I smiled. I borrowed some clean socks from her, and wore my sneakers, and we were off.

We were running late so we grabbed food on the way. We hit the mall, and it was the first time I’d really been in public anywhere outside of my controlled environment of the school. No one looked at me funny. Shana and I were just two hot teen girls hanging out at the mall. I couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off my face.

We met up with Brie, Katie, and Molly at Jovani. When I walked in, I thought I was gonna pass out. Every dress was amazingly beautiful. I suddenly had trouble breathing.

Katie rubbed my back. And laughed.

“I know. I had the same reaction my first time in here, too.”

I laughed – relieved that that was indeed a normal reaction, and to be so accepted by these wonderful girls. Brie went to the shop manager, and informed her what was happening, and that we were going to be spending a LOT of money in here today And what followed was something right out of ‘Pretty Woman’. The women working there waited on us hand and foot.

We spent hours trying on so many different dresses. I began to notice how some designs would flatter my body while others would not, but that I was not alone in this. The girls helped me learn a lot about fashion, like different necklines, waist lines, hems, and terms like “ruched”. Layer skirt I knew, but not how many different kinds there were – bubble skirt, petal skirt, organza,, different materials like taffeta, crinoline, my head was spinning.

We all were given corset sleeves, so we could try on corsets to go under the dresses because some of them needed a tiny waist to hang correctly. Because most of the dresses didn’t work with overbust corsets, we were all running around in underbust corsets, covering our boobs with one arm, as we picked through more dresses with the other.

Shana found this amazing strapless cranberry cocktail dress with a tight pleated bodice that seem to spiral around her waist, a sweetheart neckline, and the most delicate petal skirt that covered the tight fitting miniskirt underlay. She looked like a goddess in it. She picked that one, and strapless seemed to be everyone’s favorite choice. Brie picked a lime green A-line strapless dress with an empire waist, and a ruffled crinoline layer skirt. She and Shana both walked around in their final choices, and helped the rest us to finish deciding. Molly picked an almost identical dress to Bries only it was yellow with a V neckline, and beaded designs along the bust.

Katie chose a blue satin cocktail dress with a jewel encrusted sweetheart bust, and layered organza skirt which covered the satin miniskirt underlay. She looked like a goddess as much as Shana. I liked almost everything I tried on, but nothing screamed at me until I tried on a for fitting teal, strapless, cocktail dress with ruched taffeta beginning just under the bust leading down to a bubble skirt. But the bust was a beautiful black satin with a sweetheart neckline. The girls all gushed as I modeled it. This was the one.

We all stood together next to a giant mirror to see what we looked like. Then we posed as one of the attendants took a picture of us with Katie’s phone. We all bounced up and down with glee when we saw it. We all looked and felt like royalty. Then we all had to pick shoes and jewelry to go with it.

Shana focused on helping me since I was really new at this. And I found the most amazing strappy open-toed clear acrylic pumps with ankle straps. They were just on the edge between classy and slutty. Shana got a similar pair. We both found big silver hoop earrings. She chose a beautiful necklace that layered what looked like cascading crystals down her neck and almost into her cleavage it was dazzling. And I found the most amazing crystal and silver choker, a matching arm band and bracelet.

Brie paid for everything, and we all walked out with bags of shoes and accessories, and a garment bag with a stunning dress inside. I told Brie to thank her parents for me, and thanked the girls for making me a part of their circle. We all hugged, and then Brie, Katie and Molly said they all had plans for the evening, and had to go start getting ready.

Shana and I walked around the mall for a while window shopping. Shana saw something in one of the shops, and squealed. She dragged me in, and bought two matching charm bracelets. They were so adorable. She handed one to me. I gushed and dropped it into my bag with my shoes and other jewelry.

We sat down on a bench near the food court, exhausted. Shana pulled out her phone and started checking her email. I pulled out the charm bracelet Shana bought me, and put it on. I admired it for second, and then couldn’t stop looking at Shana’s boobs as the tops of her bra cups peeked out from under her tank top. I loved the shape of her tits, and her cleavage. I wanted to caress her. She looked up, and caught me looking. She grinned, and I wanted to kiss her perfect lips, but I didn’t dare do it in public. I bit my lip and looked away. When I looked back she quickly tried to change the subject.

“You know what. I don’t wanna steal your look. But I’m a bit jealous about the School Girl Uniform you wore Friday with the school colors mixed in. I’ve been thinking of maybe instigating a new school spirit look for Gameday – Where the squad wears an outfit similar to yours instead of our uniforms, see how it goes. If you’re okay with it.”

“I’m totally okay with it. At least I won’t be the only slutty Anime School Girl on those days. Not that I mind the attention much.”

“So are you going to keep wearing the outfits even though Michael doesn’t have anything on you anymore?”

“I don’t know. Derrick really likes them, and as a guy I’ve been confined to t-shirts and jeans for so long, even wearing what i’m wearing now is like the female equivalent of the same restriction. Don’t get me wrong, I love having the option to be this casual… so I don’t know. My mom bought me some cute dresses that aren’t outrageously sexy, but… I kind of like the effect the slutty stuff has on guys. It makes me feel powerful and sexy.”

“EVERY girl likes feeling sexy. It our thing. It’s what we do, but if that’s not who you are, then don’t make people think it is. Be yourself.”

“Yeah. But what if…maybe it is me. Maybe sexy is just my style? Is that bad?”

“You’re hair looks great. YOU look great. Are you like this full time now?”

“Looks that way.”

“That’s so awesome. Are you happy… well, HAPPIER this way?”

“Britney, you have NO idea. I feel like I’ve been born again.”

I caught sight of a group of guys mulling about nearby. I glanced over. They were checking me out. I leaned back which pushed my tits out, tilted my head slightly and smiled sweetly. One of the guys gave me a slight nod. I giggled a little, and gave him a playful grin. Britney turned to look at what I was giggling about. When she saw them, her expression changed.

“Andi. What are you doing? Do you know that guy?”

“No. Why?”

“You need to be careful how you react towards guys.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The flirting. You’re sending them the wrong message. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trolling for sex. Are you?”

“No. I have a boyfriend.”

“Wait, you do?”

“Yeah, I’m with Derrick.”

“Derrick. My brother Derrick?”

“Yes.”

“Since when?”

“For a little over a week.”

“Seriously?”

I nodded a little embarrassed. She took my hand.

“Is he hurting you?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that. Well, he can be an ass sometimes, but he’s actually really sweet.”

“Derrick. We’re still talking about Derrick?”

“I know, right? It’s crazy.”

A really cute guy walked past. He smiled. I smiled back, and absently looked at his crotch. Britney noticed. She checked him out but had a different reaction.

“Okay, Andi. I’m going to teach you something about being a girl, and I need you to pay very close attention, do you understand?”

I nodded. Now worried.

“I want you to look around, and pay attention to how every guy who passes by reacts to us. You will see the same thing from every one of them regardless of whether they are young or old. Now watch.”

I did as she instructed, and I watched each guy check me out. Some tried to be very sly about it, but every single one of them looked me over.

“Notice that they look at your face first, then your boobs, then down along your lines, then back to your face… and then they look away. Most of them will then look back.. the face, then the tits, then face again, and then away. Do you see that?”

“Yes.”

I was beginning to notice it very clearly.

“As a guy. This never happens to you. But as a girl, you are the hunted. Every guy on the planet sees you as one thing. Prey. Whether they act it on it or not, every single one of them thinks about fucking you. What sends most of them on their merry way is giving them the right signal. But everything about your body language says, I’m a slut, and a victim. Please take advantage of me.”

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

“Andi, you don’t have any experience in this, so you just have to trust me. Yes, you are doing something. Look, I’m the biggest slut I know. I love sex, but I also know when I’m attracting them, and when I’m not. I get it. You think you’re just expressing yourself – being girly. But you are making up for lost time. Most girls have years of being girly out of their system before they hit puberty. You’ve hit full blow adolescence with zero experience, and you are sending out ‘fuck me’ signals like a bitch in heat.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. And I don’t understand why you and my mom are freaking out about this. Look at how I’m dressed. There’s nothing slutty about this.”

“It’s not the clothes, Andi. It’s the come fuck me smiles, the subtle hair flips, glancing at their dicks, and smiling like what’s down there makes you happy. You might as well be doing a naked mating dance in the middle of the food court.”

I started to get really upset.

“I’m not doing any of that.”

I looked up at Shana as she came back – giving me an out. I got up, and said goodbye to Britney, and walked away confused and insulted. In the car I asked Shana if she saw any of what Britney was saying.

“A little. But it’s totally natural. You and Katie do the same things. You’re just a natural flirt, like her. Britney is just overreacting. She’s like a big sister losing sleep over the fact the older boys are checking-out baby sis. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

I put it out of my mind. But a tiny bit of worry lingered.

We spent the weekend acting like 12 year olds – dressing up, trying different hairstyles and make-up, and dancing to stupid songs. We went to the movies. We had sex a few more times whenever the desire crept up. Shana was quickly supplanting Michael as my best friend. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, but had no idea how to approach it, or how that might complicate things with Derrick. So I never said anything about it aloud. But I loved being with her.

Over the weekend Shana gave me so many tips on how to improve my voice, my gait, my mannerisms. I found that my girl voice felt more and more like my natural speaking voice. I was sounding less like a T-girl, and more sweet and almost musical. Shana was sure to teach me a few cheer routines so our cover story would hold up with Derrick, even though it was most unlikely that I’d ever actually become a cheerleader. It was fun.

I decided Sunday afternoon to go home that night, and see if my mom had calmed down. I was too stubborn to wear Katie’s clothes home. I was still mad at my mom, and didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me dressed down. Luckily, Shana’s stepmom had washed my clothes for me. I put my modified School Girl outfit back on. I borrowed a pair of sheer ankle socks with lace trim from Shana, and wore them along with the new Lucite pumps. Shana did my hair again today, and it looked amazing. I was learning so much from her. I was so glad we became friends.

Shana gave me a ride home. I grabbed my cheer uniform, my homecoming dress, and my new shoes out of the back of the car, and walked in the house.

There was the faint smell of sawdust and fresh paint in the air. I walked upstairs to see that the hallway bathroom door was gone, as well as the sewing room door, and there was a new door on my room. I opened it to find that my room had been remodeled, and a new one now existed…. a girl’s room.

It was beautiful – larger and L shaped. The walls and carpet were lavender. There was a queen sized Poster Bed with matching lavender sheets, ornamented pillows, two new white lacquer dressers, a vanity, and a frosted glass computer desk in the L nook of the room. There was now a walk-in closet with a few hangers on the back of the door, so I hung up my dress, dropped my uniform on the bed, and explored my new room.

The drawers of the first dresser were filled with all manner of girly things. I quickly rummaged through. My mother had exquisite taste. I absolutely adored every bra I came across – every pair of panties, every nighty, slip, and camisole… I gushed with joy. I moved on to the vanity. It was stocked with an amazing array of make up, hair clips, barrettes, brushes, a curling iron, a flat iron. It was awesome. it was something out of a dream.

I looked across the room and noticed how deep the walk-in closet was, and that it now connected to the bathroom. I wouldn’t have to walk down the hall to use the bathroom anymore. This was amazing And my mother must have robbed a Hot Topic or something because the closet was full of clothes.

“How do you like it?” A male voice asked

I turned, and it was my father.

“It’s… It’s amazing. Did you do all this?”

“Well, we hired a contractor. Your mother did all the clothes shopping and designed the room of course, and connected the bathroom. But we thought our daughter should have a room that better suited her.”

He called me “daughter.” I guess he had finally accepted me. I was overjoyed. I ran to him and hugged him.

“Thank you, Dad.”

He rubbed my back warmly.

“Anything for my baby girl.”

I cried for joy. I wiped my tears before they could ruin my make-up.

“Where’s Mom? I want to thank her, too.”

“She’ll be back later. She had a few more things she needed to get for you. You can thank her then. But, you should see all the wonderful things she already got for you. Go on check it out.”

He motioned to the closet. I was bubbling with excitement. I practically skipped to the closet with glee to see all the new clothes my mom had bought.

As I perused my closet, I noticed something odd. These clothes were all very provocative – Low cut dresses, cocktail dresses, micro mini skirts, PVC pants, and all manner of vinyl uniforms. A sexy maid, Sexy nurse…etc. The remaining pieces of my anime school girl outfits were organized in here as well.

I felt my dad’s hands on my hips. I froze, as he kissed my neck, and reached around to feel my tits.

“Dad?”

I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back as he roughly explored my tits. He ripped my shirt open, and molested me for a bit, and then pulled my bra cups down which pushed my tits up to full perkiness.

“You have some pretty titties there, sweetheart.”

“Dad. I don’t think we should be…”

He clamped his hand over my mouth. I whimpered as he pulled my shirt all the way off. He turned me around, and played with my nipples. He grabbed my hand, and placed it on his bulging dick.

“I want you to feel your future, baby… while standing in here amongst all these pretty things that you’ll be wearing to get your daddy all hot enough to fuck that gorgeous ass of yours.”

He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue forcing it’s way into my mouth. I had to fight the urge to puke. I squirmed, and tried to pull away, but he held me firm.

“I can’t wait to see you wearing all these sexy things around the house, getting me all worked up. And then I’ll give you what it is you need.”

He threw me over his shoulder, carried me to my bed, and threw me down. From there I could see that he had closed my bedroom door before coming into the closet. I wasn’t sure that I could beat him to the door in my heels. He crawled on top of me and pinned me down.

“Dad, please stop!”

He slapped me hard enough to make my ears ring.

“Shut up, faggot. I have to tell you. I wasn’t pleased to find out I have a faggot for a son who likes to pump up his tits, dress up like a girl, and prance around like a little fairy slut. I wonder though, does Daddy’s little princess like being fucked like a girl? Do you?”

“No.”

He slapped me again.

“Lying bitch. Your mother has seen the cum stains on your clothes in the laundry. I’ll bet you’re a real slut, aren’t you?”

He ground his pelvis into me, and I could feel his cock at full mast. I started crying.

“Dad, please…”

“Please, what? Tell me what you really want, Andi. The way I see it, you have two choices. I can either beat the shit out of my faggot tranny son, and then give him the cock he’s been craving… or my hot slut of a daughter, can beg her daddy to fuck her sweet mouth, and then fill her sexy ass with his hot load… Make your choice.”

He raised his hand and balled it into a fist. I was terrified. I caved.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered.

“What’s that, sweetie?”

“Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

He grinned devilishly.

“That’s what I thought.”

He unzipped his pants, and brought his cock out. He stroked it a few times.

“Does daddy’s little slutbag need a big stiff cock in her mouth?”

I couldn’t break free, andHe was gonna fuck me either way. I could either play along, or get beaten and fucked. I had to play along, and be the sweet daughter for him.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay, sweetie. Now, as you know, I’m all about choices. So you have a choice here. Now, I’m sure you are an amazing cocksucker otherwise those boys wouldn’t be spilling so much cum on your clothes. So I want you to wrap those luscious lips around daddy’s cock, and give me the best blow job I’ve ever had… Or, I can take out my frustration on your sweet girly ass.”

He let me up, and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted the bed next to him. I reluctantly sat next to him. I took hold of his cock, and stroked him gently. I looked at it. It had a few liver spots, and just looked old and angry like him. I didn’t want that thing in my mouth or my ass. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me down on him. I took him in my mouth. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Derrick’s I bobbed up and down causing him to groan with pleasure. He fucked my mouth for a bit.

“Okay, now down on your knees like a good girl.”

I got on the floor at his feet. He spread his legs, and let me in.

“I want you to look my in the eyes, and show me how much you love my cock.”

I grabbed his dick, and looked up at him as I stroked it. I wrapped my lips around him, and slowly sucked him never breaking eye contact. I looked at him like I looked at Derrick. I decided that in order to make this work; I’d just picture Derrick there instead of him. I took his dick out, and smiled at him sweetly, licked the head, and the shaft, flirted with my eyes, and wrapped my lips around his cock and gave him a spectacular blow job. I knew if I could get him off, he was too old to get it back up anytime to soon, and maybe he’d go away long enough for me to regroup, and think of a way out of this.

He grabbed my hair and fucked my face. And I could tell he was gonna cum. He held my head in place as he came down my throat. He didn’t let go, I had no choice but to swallow it all down. He heard me gulp, and then he released me. I sat back and wiped my mouth. He leaned back and caught his breath.

“Oh, baby. That was so good. You have a magic mouth. Was Daddy’s cum good, baby?”

“The best,” I said breathily. “I love you Daddy, you make me so hot.”

I played with my tits. And he smiled.

“That’s my girl.”

It was working. I didn’t dare show any defiance that might set him off. I hoped he would leave soon, but he just sat there panting.

He stood up, picked my up by one arm, and led me back to the closet. Just inside on the right was a small cupboard that locked. He inserted a key and opened it. I stepped back when I saw what was inside. He gripped my arm tightly so I couldn’t escape. Inside were all kinds of bondage gear, sex toys, and torture devices.

He pulled out a pair of cuffs and bound my wrists together behind my back. He gagged me with a shiny blue ball gag which he tightly buckled behind my head. I heard him grab a few more things out of the cupboard, and he then dragged me over to the foot of the bed.

He faced me toward the bed, and then shoved me forward onto the it. He pulled my panties down my legs, over my lucite pumps, and then all the way off. He attached cuffs to my ankles followed by a spreader bar. I complained through the gag to no avail.

He stood me up, and all I could do was stand there. When I tried to move I kept falling forward. Each time he’d grab my hair which would painfully stop me from falling over. I stopped struggling, as he hooked a cable to a D-ring bolted to top beam of the bed. I as I looked around I noticed that there were more D-rings bolted at various places of the bed frame and canopy. He lifted my arms up, which forced me to bend over the bed. he attached the cable to my cuffs holding me in position. I was now bent over the bed, my bare ass, still encased in my green skirt, jutted out – begging to be fucked without my permission.

I could feel that my father was hard again. The sight of his tranny son bound in such an inviting fashion had him rock hard. He fingered my asshole.

“You have such a tight pussy, son. And a beautifully shaped ass. I don’t know why you all of a sudden decided to fight me. I mean, you already drank my cum, and told me how much you loved it. Unless of course you were just playing me. Which would make you a lying little cunt. Are you a lying little cunt?”

I pleaded through the gag, and shook my head no.

“Yes you are. I expected as much from a slut like you. And lying little cunts need to be collared and trained.”

He wrapped a blue PVC bondage collar around my neck and buckled it into place. And then I heard the click of a pad lock. I squirmed in fear.

“That’s right, baby. You’ve been collared like a bitch. And now I’ll begin your training.”

I heard the faint squeeze of a lube bottle. He very lightly lubed up his cock, and rubbed it up against my asshole. He slowly pushed his way into me.

I screamed into the gag. My ass was not properly lubed, and he knew it. It burned very badly. I squirmed and screamed through the gag.

“This is what will happen when you defy me, Andrea. If you disobey your mother or me, I will fuck you like this. You will be an obedient girl eager to serve and to please, or you will be punished. And your tight little ass is such a pleasure for me to punish like this.”

I cried. His cock hurt so bad in my ass. He pumped it a few times which made it worse.

“Nod if you understand me.”

I nodded vigorously.

“Do you agree to be an obedient daughter.”

Again I nodded.

“Good.”

He pulled out, and re-lubed his cock. He then used his fingers to lube me up.

“Now I want you to beg for my cock, sweetie. Beg me to fuck you.”

I mumbled the words through the gag, and through my tears.

He slid his cock in, and fucked me slowly at first and then harder. He slapped my ass as he pounded me. Despite my feelings about this, my prostate was getting pummeled, and I couldn’t help it… I came. He kept fucking me, harder and harder the whole time calling me a ‘fucking cum-hungry cunt’. I fought against it, but I came again. This time the orgasm rocked my body with waves of emotion.

I was bawling from the humiliation of being fucked by my father, but there was something else going on here. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it seems I loved the feeling of being tied up and fucked. It was like an involuntary response. Part of me wanted this to end immediately, and another part wished he had a bigger dick. I fucking hated myself even more as I realized I was begging through the gag for him to fuck me harder.

His pace quickened as he approached climax, and I came a final time as I felt his load pump into my ass. I convulsed from the orgasm and sobbed from the violation. He came around and scooped my cum off the bed cover, and wiped it all over my face.

“Well, well. It looks like you are going to enjoy your training as much as I am.”

He left me there like that and exited. I struggled to see the clock on my screensaver. It was only 9:15pm. Surely he wasn’t going to leave me here like this overnight. He had to come back, at least to release me. But, I thought, maybe he’s not done fucking me. And did my mother know about this? Or did he do this all on his own? I could feel my cum drying on my face. I tried to free myself, but it was useless.

After about 30 minutes, he came back in, and released me from the bed, but not the cuffs, the gag, or the collar. He looped a finger through the ring on my collar and led me through the closet and into the bathroom.

There were rings at every level embedded in the bathroom walls – in the shower wall, the wall above the toilet, and the opposite wall. He pulled a restraint clip out of his pocket, and attached it to the ring over the the back of the toilet. He lifted my hands above my head, which, again, forced me to bed over the toilet, and attached the other end if the clip to the o-ring on my collar, forcing me to stay bent over. He un-cuffed my wrists, and folded my arms behind me and told me to grab my forearms. He re-cuffed me like that.

He ran his hands all over my body. He settled in behind me, his cock, once again hard.

“I was just gonna clean you up, and put you to bed, but your body is so fine, your ass-pussy is so tight and sweet, I should probably take care of this raging hard on first. Lord knows, your mother is absolutely no help in that department.”

He squirted some skin lotion on his hand, and rubbed it all over his cock. The flowery smell of the lotion wafted over me, as he plunged his cock deep into me again.

“Your mother told me how much you love fucking your boyfriend, but I just want to remind you that you might want to start working out and get your stamina up, cuz when you get home from fucking him, you’ll need to keep your old man happy, and muscles cramps are such nasty things.”

He ground his cock into me slowly, as if he were warming up to fucking me, teasing me, or almost leering at me with his dick.

“Your mother returned all the clothes she bought you last week. They were clearly too conservative for a slut such as you. Instead, you’ll dress like the slut that you are determined to be; to school, to dinner, around the house, everywhere you go, you’ll be wearing a sign that says, ‘Fuck Me’ with the clothes you have on, and the slutty way you’ll be made to wear your hair and makeup. You could end of with a very full dance card soon.”

I moaned as he stroked in and out slowly.

“And I will teach you all the things every good girl needs to know to keep a man happy. If it was sex you wanted, you’re going to get it in spades, baby doll.”

He slowly ramped up to fucking me furiously. I moan with pleasure and terror at the images he’s placed in my mind, and thorough ass fucking I was receiving. From my ecstatic moans, he could tell I was going to cum, he placed his hand in front of my cock and cupped it as I came.

After I finished spilling my load, he stopped pumping me for a moment and covered my face with my own cum. He fucked me until I felt his hot load empty in my ass. He pulled out and slapped my ass with his cock a few times. And then he slapped my ass sharply.

“You make for one fine woman, son. I’m proud of ya.”

I squirmed and sobbed. It was one thing to fuck me the way he was doing, but to insult me with such snide back handed compliments was just cruel.

He pulled an enema kit out of the cupboard beneath the bathroom sink. I didn’t know at the time what it was. I craned my head as much as I could to see what he was doing. He unscrewed the top, and filled the bag with steaming hot water. He reattached the cap, and then walked behind me, and I felt the long nozzle being inserted.

He then attached a small hand pump like the doctor has on his arm cuff thingy for blood pressure, and started pumping it up. I could feel the nozzle end expanding in my ass. After he finished pumping he gave it a little tug to see if it would come loose. It stayed firmly planted in my ass.

He raised the bag above my back, and the hot water flowed out of it, and filled my ass. I could feel it winding its way up deep into me, around the curve of my colon, and making me feel full, and then making me cramp. I squirmed uncomfortably as the cramping grew worse.

“I know this hurts pumpkin, but its the best thing for you.”

I was cramping so badly now. I bounced up and down, and mumbled through the gag for help.

“Oh, don’t worry sweetie, you’re not going to spill any. That bladder inside of you will prevent that. You just let all that nastiness work it’s way loose. Soon your ass will be cleaner than your mouth, and you’ll even lose that little pooch you’ve had in your lower belly.”

After what seemed like an hour of groaning and cramping, he unhooked my collar from the wall, and gestured for me sit down on the toilet bowl. I sat down and he then hooked the enema bag to my collar, my torment was not at an end just yet. He pulled out his cell phone and took a picture of me. He showed me the picture. I was a mess – my hair sweaty and matted, my make up smeared and runny, dried cum on my face, an enema bag hung between my tits, and I was on the toilet with my bra half off, my green plaid layer skirt, and lucite heels.

I cried when I saw the picture, and moaned at the intense cramping in my belly, which seemed to get him even more excited. He jerked off to my pain, and came on my face. He took a few more pictures now that my face covered in dripping jizz. He showed me those, too. I was mortified that there were pictures of me like this in existence now. I struggled to free my hands to no avail. I sobbed uncontrollably. He just laughed.

“You know. I’m really glad you’ve decided to become a girl, Andrew. As a son you were a complete disappointment to me… absolutely useless. But now, as Andrea, you are more than I ever could have hoped for. We’re gonna spend so much quality time together, baby. This first night is just a preview. I have so many wonderful plans for you. I really think you’ll blossom under my thumb into something useful. I really do.”

And then he left. I moaned through the gag not to leave me here like this. He ignored me. It felt like something was eating my alive from the inside. I squirmed to try and relieve the pressure. Nothing worked.

After what felt like forever my mother walked in. I looked up at her for help. I pleaded through the gag. She held up her hand to silence me.

“I got a text message from your father.”

She showed me her phone – it was the picture of me in this state with cum on my face and the message read: ‘Clean up this fucking mess, you cunt.’

“18 years, and I’m still cleaning up after you.”

She grabbed me by my hair, and lifted me up. She reached through my legs, and deflated the bladder, ripped the hose from ass, and pushed me back onto the toilet. As I hit the seat my ass exploded with foul smelling brown liquid. My mom gagged at the smell, and plugged her nose. With my mouth gagged I was forced to smell it. I wanted to vomit.

After all the contractions were done and my ass stopped squirting, she grabbed the collar ring and lifted me up. She unbuckled my heels and pulled them off. She unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it, as she turned me around and unhooked my bra. She undid the cuffs, and I took my bra all the way off. She took it from me, and tossed them into the hamper. She flushed the toilet, pushed me into the shower, and closed the glass door.

“Clean yourself up.”

I motioned to the collar and the gag which were both locked in place.

“No. I don’t wanna hear any of your bullshit tonight, Drea.”

I felt completely abandoned. At least when my parents only barely seemed to care they weren’t cruel. I showered while my mom watched.

Afterwards, she dried my hair, and then motioned for me to leave. I walked back through the closet. She stopped me in the middle of the closet. She attached shiny blue PVC bondage cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Blue was my father’s favorite color. She added an additional set to my biceps. She pulled my wrists together and padlocked the cuffs to each other, she did the same to my arm cuffs making it impossible to get free or use my hands for anything.

She followed it with a black leather thong-like chastity device. She tucked my junk between my legs forcing my balls up into me, and then sealed it all down with the thong. The rear had a slot for my ass. My mother drew the entire thing together at the back, and inserted the sides, into the locking junction at the back of the crotch piece locking my cock inside. She inserted a butt plug into my ass and locked it to the small loop at the back of the device.

“This is really for your protection. With all your holes plugged, and your naughty parts locked away, your father won’t be able to come in and molest you at night. I figured this way you’d at least get a good night’s sleep.”

My first job after college was at a small Greek restaurant called Pirro’s on the north end of my old hometown. I would have preferred to have been doing something a little more exciting than waiting tables, obviously, but the economy was tough that year and I hadn’t been able to find any jobs after graduation. So I was forced to move home, and for about six months I lived in my parents’ basement and worked at the restaurant.

It was kind of an interesting working situation in that I was the only guy who worked as a server. All of the others were women. And while that might sound good in theory – it did to me. I’d been kind of a shy guy and had never had a girlfriend at that point – working with all women is a little different in practice. At least for me it was. The girls used to tease me all the time, and talk about sex and boys right in front of me. They used to love making me blush and laughing at me. After a few weeks I pretty much resigned myself to not having a shot with any of them. Oh well, I thought. What else could I expect?

There was one girl, though, with whom I was convinced I had a chance. Her name was Lorrie, and even though she would tease me just as much as some of the other girls – in fact, she was probably one of the worst at times – she also really seemed to be interested in talking to me. We began to take a lot of our meals together between shifts. I talked a little bit, about school or my family or the jobs I was applying to. But mostly I just listened. I think she liked having a confidante, and I liked hanging around a beautiful young woman. I learned that she was a little older than me at twenty-five, and that she had an associate’s degree in communications, but what she really wanted to do was go back to school and study marketing. Her family had split up when she was young and she didn’t talk to her dad much anymore. She was dating an auto-mechanic who sounded more and more like a jerk the more I heard about him. She constantly complained about the things he did, like missed dates and unreturned phone calls. Some days she seemed on the verge of tears about him and on the verge of a breakup, but then the next day she’d be talking about how in love they were. It was confusing to me.

It seems a little foolish in retrospect, but the more time we spent together the more I thought Lorrie and I could be together. She had to break up with her boyfriend eventually, right? The guy seemed like a total asshole. And she seemed to like flirting with me, telling me I had pretty hair or nice blue eyes sometimes. Her long legs and platinum blond hair began to haunt my dreams. She surprised me once by hugging me tightly after one of our meals together. I could feel her large breasts pushing into my chest and her bra strap on her back.

“Thank you for being such a good friend,” she said, and then actually kissed me on the cheek! I felt lightheaded and aroused for the whole rest of my shift, and completely forgot to put in a dinner order. The manager gave me hell, but I didn’t care. Lorrie liked me! She had actually kissed me! It was one of the first times that had ever happened.

Later that same week Lorrie asked me if I would go shopping with her the following morning. She needed some help picking something out. I said yes so fast she looked a little taken aback.

“Wow,” she said, “That’s great. I mean most guys— Well, I’m glad you’re coming. I think it will be good to have a guy’s perspective. Can I pick you up at ten?”

“Definitely!” I said.

The other waitresses learned about our shopping excursion somehow and teased me throughout the night. I think they knew what a crush I had on Lorrie. “Ready for your date, Aidan?” they’d ask and giggle. I ignored them. Honestly I was thrilled that they were calling it a date – maybe that meant Lorrie had, too?

I could hardly sleep after work that night I was so excited, and the next morning I was up early to shower and shave and put on one of my nicest outfits. My parents asked what the occasion was and I told them about the “date.” My dad said something about it being a little early for that, but they didn’t say anything else. I was out on the curb waiting at 9:55. And I waited. And waited. Thirty minutes later I got a text from Lorrie. ‘sry. running late. b there in 15.’

I stayed outside in case she showed up sooner. My mom poked her head out the door and asked if everything was all right.

“Yeah, Lorrie’s just running a little late,” I said.

Mom gave me a funny look and went back inside. Another thirty minutes passed and Lorrie pulled up in her green Corolla. She looked tired and was dressed in sweats and Ugg boots. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her eyes were covered with oversized sunglasses. She made no mention of being late but just said, “Man, I am SO hung over right now!” and laughed.

I felt a little disappointed. She didn’t seem particularly dressed-up or “date-like,” but she still looked good to me and she seemed willing to talk. I held out hope. “You went out last night?” I asked.

“Yeah, just with some of the girls from work. Ashley says hi. You should have come!”

For some reason I was embarrassed to say that I hadn’t been invited. “Oh, I was a little tired last night,’ I said.

Lorrie shrugged. “And then Travis and I were up late having a big argument… Anyway, we’re going to head over the big mall in Preston, is that all right?”

I nodded, secretly thrilled at the first part of what she had said. There must have been a reason she was telling me she had had a big argument with her boyfriend.

“This is going to be so much fun,” she said. “Some of the girls and I were talking and we think you’ll be great for this.”

We made small talk the rest of the way over to the mall. Once we were at the mall I realized that she had never told me what it was we would be shopping for, so I asked her.

“Didn’t I tell you?” she said. She started to laugh a little bit. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t. I need to buy some new underwear. I thought it would be good to have you there to help me pick them out. Is that Ok? Aidan?”

I hardly heard the last part of what she said. In one car ride she had said she’d had a fight with her boyfriend and that she was taking me lingerie shopping. This had to be my big shot.

“And plus,” Lorrie said, continuing with a playful smile, “if you play your cards right, you just might get to see me try some of it on. How does that sound?”

I felt like the floor had tipped sideways. I think my jaw fell down to about my navel. Lorrie laughed.

“I thought you might like that,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises…yet. Like I said, you’ll have to play your cards right. Think you’re up for it?”

As we walked through the mall I began to get really nervous. What if I messed this up? How was a guy supposed to act when he went underwear shopping with a girl? Cool, right? Or excited and into it? I wished I had more experience with girls. I just kept telling myself to stay calm.

Lorrie led me through the crowds and past the big department stores. Lorrie looked great from behind, even in rumpled sweat pants. We walked towards the big pink-lit sign of the Victoria’s Secret in the corner of the mall and I froze up a little bit outside the entrance. Inside I could see a crowd of women milling around scantily-clad mannequin and racks and racks of colorful lingerie. None of them seemed to realize what a momentous occasion it was. This was a store I usually hesitated to even walk by, much less enter, and now I would be shopping in it with the most beautiful girl I knew. Lorrie noticed that I had stopped and laughed. “Come on, Silly,” she said, and grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

It was just one step from outside the store to inside the store, but I felt like I had entered another world. My head filled with the smells of perfumes and body lotions. There was so much pink everywhere – pink banners, pinks signs, pink bras and panties. Artistic photos of nearly naked women adorned the walls. I turned and almost collided with an armless mannequin dressed in a see-through babydoll. It was hard to focus and follow Lorrie amidst all that sexy stimulii, but she held on to my hand and led me like a little child all the way to the back of the store. I was in a complete daze the whole way. There she met a pretty dark-haired salesgirl that she knew.

“Sarah!’ Lorrie said, and hugged her. They spent a few moments greeting each other while I hovered a few steps behind. I’ve never really been sure what to do in those kinds of awkward social situations. Eventually Sarah looked up an noticed me.

Lorrie looked back at me again before answering Sarah. “I told you before, remember? Let’s just say I want to go all out.”

Sarah smiled again, mischeivously. I started to feel like they were putting on show for me for some reason. “Hmmm, I think we can probably find something that will work. Come on, let’s take a look.”

The girls began to make their way around the store, stopping to talk at just about every large display. Apparently, different set-ups featured different “lines” of lingerie with their own names and selling points, but I couldn’t really tell the difference, other than the fact that the underwear kept getting lacier and skimpier, and that I kept getting more excited. Lorrie made me carry her purse to free her hands up as she walked and picked things up, as well as a large mesh bag that Victoria’s Secret gives to its customers to hold lingerie in while they shop. As we walked around, the bag began to fill up quickly. I felt a little silly carrying a purse and a bag of underwear, but I was also glad to be carrying something that I could hold in front of me for, well, the obvious reasons.

Lorrie and Sarah seemed to be having a lot of fun shopping together. They laughed and giggled in their high-pitched, feminine voices and the sound was like candy to my ears. As time passed they loosened up even more, and at each display they would hold up bras and panties to themselves and each other to see “how they looked.” They’d grab each other’s arms and touch each other, flirtily playing around. At one point Sarah smacked Lorrie’s behind, and even from a few yards back I could see it jiggle with her sweatpants. It was making for a great show, and once again I couldn’t help but think that they were putting some of it on for me.

After that, the two of them stopped at a table covered in brightly-colored bras and began to whisper to each other, giggling. After a moment, Lorrie lifted her head and called me over. I assumed she wanted to put something else in the bag as she’d been doing all morning, but instead she held a lacy bra right up to my chest. “Doesn’t look too bad,” she said. She and Sarah giggled.

Sarah picked up a pair of panties and held them against my butt. “These could work, too. Or should we get the matching pair?”

“Cut it out,” I said meekly, embarrassed that they were doing this in front of everyone in store. A few curious glances had come our way, and the girls were making a lot of noise.

“Shhh,” Sarah said, and smacked my butt. “You’re making a scene.” I started to blush.

Sarah grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards the back of the store while she pulled a tape measure out of her pocket. It wasn’t too difficult for her to drag me. She was noticeable taller than me in the high heels she was wearing, and I was pretty slender back then. I suddenly felt a little panicked.

“Come on, guys,” I said. “Stop.”

“Don’t be such a spoilsport,” Sarah said, still laughing. She had a firm grip on my arm.

“I really don’t want to,” I said, disappointed at how whiny my voice sounded. More customers were looking at us, as well as some of the other salesgirls. It was all very embarrassing. But Lorrie rubbed my shoulder and my already feeble resistance melted away.

“Please, Aidan. It’ll be so funny. You just have to do it.”

I was helpless. I nodded. Sarah cheered and lifted my arms up and measured around my chest.

“Thirty-four,” she said. “Skinny boy. Same size as you, Lorrie. Not quite as much up here, though.” She squeezed my chest.

“Hey!” I said.

“Sorry,” she said, and pinched my nipple hard. It hurt.

I was worried about what else they were going to do to me in their plauful mood, but fortunately the girls seemed to have had their fun – for the moment. They left me alone for a moment as they went through the bag of lingerie. They talked and took things out as Lorrie seemed to narrow her choices down. Eventually she said, “Well, I’ve got it down to three different sets. Can I try these on here, Sarah?”

“The bras, yes. The rest of it, no. Sorry, but it’s store policy.”

“Well, damn,” Lorrie said with a big theatrical sigh. “Now what?”

They both seemed to think for a moment. Again, for whatever reason, I got the strange feeling I was watching a kind of performance.

“The store does have a very generous return policy, though. You could take things home and try them on there, then I could return them for you next time I have to work.”

Lorrie decided that that was a great idea. There was one snag, however. The three sets of lingerie she’d picked out were very expensive – the total cost was almost $400!

“I just don’t have that much cash on me,” Lorrie said. She paused to think. “Aidan, do you think you could put it on your credit card for me? I promise I’ll pay you back after I return the stuff I don’t want.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That’s a lot of money.” I wasn’t exactly rich in those days.

“Please, Aidan. And remember what I told you earlier?” She put her hand lightly on my chest when she asked. That was it. I was done.. The possibility of seeing Lorrie in that skimpy lingerie would have been enough to make any man spend that kind of money.

“Promise to pay me back?” I asked.

“Oh, Aidan!” she said and hugged me. “Thank you.”

The hug almost made up for the pang I felt as the cashier, another pretty salesgirl, slid my credit card through the machine. I just hoped my parents wouldn’t get a chance to see that credit card statement.

After I paid and the salesgirls bagged everything up, we waited a little bit for Sarah to get off work. I was disappointed that it wouldn’t be just me and Lorrie going to her house, as I thought it made it less likely I would get any. But the disappointment was relative. I was still very excited to be going to Lorrie’s house at all, and I thought that if I got the chance I would tell Lorrie how I felt about her.

Once Sarah was finished we all piled into Lorrie’s car, the two girls in the front and me in the back with the pink Victoria’s Secret bag on my lap. You can imagine how excited I was during the ride to Lorrie and Sarah’s house. Dreams of what might happen were playing on constant loop in my head. Never in a million years, though, could I have imagined what actually ended up happening.

Once we got to the house we all walked into Lorrie’s bedroom and Lorrie asked me to put the shopping bag on the bed. I was so excited that it slipped off the edge and onto the floor. Lorrie and Sarah laughed. They took the lingerie out of the bag and arranged the it all across the bedspread. Three lacy, frilly, sequined bra and panty sets; one in turquoise, one in hot pink, and one in dark black. Each set also include a matching garter belt and pair of sheer stockings. Just seeing the lingerie laid out on the bed like that was enough to make my heart rate rise.

“It’s so hard to decide!” Lorrie said, surveying her (my) recent purchases. “We’re just going to have to try all three sets on. Sarah, which one you want to start with?”

Oh my God, I thought. Not only would I see Lorrie in lingerie, I’d see her friend, too. I could not believe my luck.

“Sarah’s going to the wear the turquoise set. I’m wearing the black. Which means you get to try on the pink one. That way I can see what all three look like at once. It will make my decision easier.”

“Don’t look so surprised,” Sarah said. “Three sets of lingerie and three of us. How else would we do it?”

What I had been expecting was to see one or two beautiful girls wearing skimpy lingerie. I did not expect to be wearing it myself! I didn’t say that though. Instead I said, “Yeah, but it’s girl stuff, and I’m—”

“What? A man?!” Sarah said with a shriek of laughter that really hurt my feelings. I suddenly felt ready to cry or leave or both. This was not what I had hoped for. This was humiliating.

Lorrie was gentler. “Aidan, it really wouldn’t be fair for just us to put on little tiny bras and panties while you stayed in your regular clothes, would it?”

I had to shake my head. “No, but—”

“Come on, Aidan,” Lorrie continued. “It won’t be so bad. It’s just us. You know we won’t tell anyone else.. And you’ll get to see two very sexy girls wearing nothing but lingerie. Don’t you want to see that?”

I was being persuaded. And at the back of my mind there was a faint hope. Maybe this was all just a strange way for her to seduce me. It might be worth it.

“And all you have to do is put on some silly little underwear. It’s not such a big deal, really, is it? It will be fun. For all of us. I promise.”

I nodded, slowly. What choice did I have? This was the girl of my dreams we’re talking about. She probably could have convinced me to do anything.

“Great,” she said. “Sarah and I are going to get changed in the bathroom. You can get dressed out here. But if you can’t figure out how to put something on, Sarah and I will be out in just a little bit to help you.”

The two of them picked up the lingerie and marched into the bathroom. Sarah looked to be on the verge of laughter again and Lorrie was smiling triumphantly. They shut the door behind them and I could hear them moving around and talking in there.

I sat down on the bed next to the remaining lingerie. It looked very small and very girly. I felt lightheaded again. What had I gotten myself into? I picked up the bra. It was surprisingly light. The front was detailed with pink sequins, and the back felt soft and spongy. The panties were tiny enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I realized I had no idea how to put any of it on, but I wanted to at least try before Lorrie got out. I didn’t want to disappoint her.

I got undressed and folded my clothes up neatly on a chair. I felt ridiculous and exposed standing there naked. I jumped when I heard a loud laugh in the bathroom and running water. I sat down on the bed and marveled at how different the silk bedspread felt against my bare skin. I decided to start with the panties as they seemed the most straightforward. I looked at them and wondered how they would ever even cover me. The tag said size small.

It felt strange to slide them up my legs, but not terrible. The fabric was very smooth and soft. It was a very sensual feeling. It wasn’t a thong, thankfully, but it didn’t cover much more than that in the back. I looked down at the bright pink panties against my bare skin and noticed my growing bulge. Wearing panties was turning me on.

The bathroom door swung open and I moved to cover myself. Sarah was the first out and she started laughing when she saw me. Lorrie had to put a hand up to her mouth to stifle her own laughter. She and Sarah were not dressed in lingerie like I had expected, but instead wearing pink silk bathrobes. I guessed that the bra and panties were underneath, but it would be a while before I got to see for myself.

“Is that all you wanted to wear, Aidan?” Lorrie asked when she regained her composure a little bit. I noticed her shoulders rocking with constrained laughter while she spoke.

“No, it’s just…”

“He probably couldn’t figure out how to put the rest of it on,” Sarah said, reasonably. “Silly little girl in your pink panties. But don’t worry, your Mommies are here to help you.” She picked the bra up off the bed. “Come here,” she told me. “Put your arms out.”

I felt and ridiculous standing there like that, but I obeyed her anyway. To make matters worse, as Sarah was sliding with the bra straps she of course noticed the bulge in my panties.

“Maybe he’s just excited to be around two beautiful women like us,” Lorrie said.

“No, I think Aidy here is just a little pervert. Aren’t you Aidy?” Sarah squeezed the cups of my bra. “Do you know what this is? This is a padded bra. It makes your boobies look bigger. Great for flat chicks like you and Lorrie.”

“Bitch!” Lorrie said, laughing.

When Sarah was done adjusting the bra straps Lorrie told me that the panties were usually supposed to go on after the garter belt. “So us girls can pee,” she explained. She brought me into the bathroom for “some privacy” while I took them off, which I was thankful for, but then she stood and watched me expectantly. I realized she wasn’t going to look away. I was humiliated. I turned around to strip but I think she could still see all of me in the mirror as I stepped awkwardly out of the panties. I almost tripped. She made a face like she was about to laugh again as my erection bobbed out in front of me but she refrained from saying anything about it. “Cute butt,” was all she said, and I was glad for the compliment, even given the absurd situation. I put the panties and garter belt on and we came back out into the bedroom. Sarah mouthed some question at Lorrie and out of the corner of my eye I saw her hold her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. My face burned. I knew what that meant. I didn’t say anything, though, and hoped that they were just joking around.

Next came the pink stockings. Lorrie and Sarah sat me on the bed and both of them knelt in front of me as they pulled them up my legs. Lorrie explained how important it was to smooth them out to prevent runs and tears. It was an awesome view to have two women kneeling in front of me like that, even if they were covered up in bathrobes. And it felt great as they ran their hands up my legs.

“It’s lucky that you have so little leg hair,” Lorrie said, “Otherwise we might have had to shave you. But you have such soft legs. Silky and smooth like a little girl’s.” She ran her hands up past the stockings and up my thighs as she said this. I might have been imagining things, but I think that rubbing her hands over my legs like that was starting to turn her on. I was thrilled.

Sarah looked on sardonically. “Look how happy we’re making him,” she said, interrupting my reverie. My erection looked about to burst out of my panties. I jumped when she flicked it, but it did make it go down a bit.

That apparently broke Lorrie’s spell, as she stood up and pulled me to my feet and looked at me. She quickly clipped the garter belts to the tops of the stockings.

“Not bad,” Lorrie said. “But we need to do something with this hair of yours before we’re really ready. Remember, you’re supposed to look like a girl tonight. Come here and sit down at the makeup stand.”

She sat me down on a little stool in front of a large vanity and stood behind me. She ran her hands through my hair. “You have nice long hair, Aidan. But you mustn’t let it get so tangled.” She picked up an antique-looking hairbrush and began to run it through my hair, slowly but surely beginning to straighten and tame it. It felt good enough that I hardly thought about the ridiculous-looking boy in the hot pink bra staring back at me in the mirror.

After a few moments Sarah joined Lorrie behind me and looked at the reflection of the three of us in the mirror. She put an arm around Lorrie’s waist. “Look at us,” she said. “It’s like we’re a mother and aunt getting our little girl ready for a party.”

“Careful,” Lorrie said after, raising the hairbrush. “Don’t make me spank you with this.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” Sarah said. She let go of Lorrie and pinched her butt.

“Slut!” Lorrie laughed. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and take care of our daughter’s makeup?”

Makeup? I thought that was a little unnecessary, but before I could really protest Sarah was bending down in front of me. For the first time that night I caught a glimpse of her bra beneath her bathrobe, as well as her impressive cleavage. She really did have great tits. The view dampened the humiliation I felt as she began to go at my face with little brushes and creams. Would this stuff even come off?

I was surprised by how gentle Sarah’s touch was, considering how much she had picked on me throughout the night. But kissing Lorrie seemed to have softened her almost.

“Your skin is pretty clear already, so I don’t think you’ll need too much,” she said. She narrated what she was putting on me. “A little foundation….some mascara…some eye shadow….now pucker up, Sweetheart, I’m going to put some of this pink lipstick on you to match your little panties…there you go, now dab it, Honey…perfect.”

She stood back and I almost gasped at what I saw in the mirror. With my hair combed out and Sarah’s makeup on, I was almost unrecognizable. It could have been a girl sitting in that chair. Lorrie and Sarah seemed equally impressed with the results.

The three of us made our way to Lorrie’s walk-in closet. I felt the pull of the garter belts on each step and the stockings brushing against each other on my thighs. I think I was a little caught up in what Sarah and Lorrie were feeling. I was past the point of even trying to resist anything they were doing to me, and a part of me just wanted to make them happy. The whole experience was becoming incredibly, strangely erotic. Did I like this? Dressing up like a girl?

Lorrie had racks of high-heeled shoes in all shapes and sizes. She slipped on a pair of strappy, metallic stiletto sandals, so small and fragile-looking they could have been made from spiders’ web. Sarah chose a heavier pair of dark, spike-heeled booties that were almost menacing in their sharpness.

“I think nude for Aidan,” Lorrie said, “to go with the pink.”

She pulled out a pair of supple leather pumps and put them in front of me. “It’s a four-inch heel, so it will be hard to walk in for you, but you won’t have to go very far,” she said as she guided my feet in. They fit perfectly. Cinderella at the ball. I wobbled a bit but regained my balance. The shoes made me taller, obviously, and made stand differently too, pitching my weight forward.

“I love what high heels do for your butt, Aidan,” Sarah said and smacked me playfully on the ass. It was almost enough to make me fall over.

“I think we’re finally ready for the main event,” Lorrie said.

She and Sarah slipped out of their robes and I decided in that moment that it was worth it, whatever the cost or whatever I had been through, to be there to see that.

They both looked born to wear lingerie; or rather, that lingerie had been invented for women like them. My eyes moved from the crumpled pink bathrobes on the floor up their long, smooth legs, which were made even more beautiful by their sheer stockings; over the thin lacy fabric clinging tightly to their clefts; the gentle roundness of their hips; their flat stomachs; the swell of their creamy cleavage; the hair cascading on bare shoulders.

“Think we’re making an impression on him?” Sarah asked.

Both girls started to laugh. It was then that I notice my erection had popped out from my panties. I hastily tried to tuck it back in, but they didn’t seem to mind. The girls pulled me into a kind of group hug, and I tried as hard as I could to burn feeling of their cool bare skin against mine into my memory.

We separated after a moment, and I could see the reflection of the three of us in the full-length mirror on the door of Lorrie’s closet. What amazed me was not how just good they looked, because they looked, but how hot I looked. It was as though just being in their proximity made me more attractive as a woman. From even a moderate distance we could pass as three beautiful girls.

“Look at those hot bitches,” Sarah said, noticing the same reflection.

Under Lorrie’s direction, the three of us began to take turns walking back and forth in front of the other two, so that we could really “assess which color worked the best.” I wobbled a lot, and my shoes hurt my ankles, but Lorrie and Sarah could strut like runway models. They did their best to show me how to walk like they did, but after a few tries decided I was hopeless. “At least you’ve got a nice butt,” Sarah said consolingly and rubbed my side, causing an electric thrill to run through my body.

Both of them were touching me a lot as we played around in lingerie. And not just on my arms and shoulders, but all over my body. Occasionally their hands would brush over the front of my panties and I would gasp and they would giggle. The atmosphere in the room was getting steamy. Lorrie and Sarah eventually abandoned any pretext of choosing lingerie. It was obvious they were getting into what we were doing.

In addition to touching me, the girls could hardly keep their hands off each other. There were more kisses. A lot more. I wondered if this kind of thing had happened between them before. At

times they seemed to forget I was even there.

At a certain point Sarah and Lorrie just kind of sank on to the bed and began making out in earnest. I watched for a minute, hoping they would notice me and invite me in, but it becamse more than I could bear. I tottered on my heels over to the bed beside them and reached out to stroke Sarah’s breast. She gently pushed my hand away. I reached again and this time she slapped my hand. “Aidan, no,” she said.

“He just wants to join,” Lorrie said and rubbed my back.

“I don’t want him to get the wrong idea,” Sarah said. “He can kiss us. But not touch us. That way he stays one of the girls, like you said.”

I was confused. What did she mean get the wrong idea? What had the three of us been doing? But then Lorrie kissed me and I forgot about my doubts. Our first kiss! And I’d barely even been aware for it.

“How does just kissing sound?” Lorrie asked, and kissed me again. This time I was more ready for it. “You’re a good kisser,” she added.

“Better than me?” Sarah asked, and kissed Lorrie, too.

“See for yourself.”

Sarah kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. And then Lorrie kissed me and then we were all kissing each other and I was in heaven. They ran their hands over each other and over me as the three of us made out. Overwhelmed with desire I reached out and grabbed two handfuls smooth skin.

“That’s enough!” Sarah said. She stood up. I couldn’t understand why she was getting so upset.

“Sarah, Baby, what’s wrong?” Lorrie asked.

“I told him no touching,” Sarah said.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. Was Sarah…jealous? The idea was thrilling and troubling at the same time.

“Sarah, he came all the way here and dressed up with us. It wouldn’t be fair to leave him out now. We’re just having fun.”

Sarah crossed her arms. “I don’t care,” she said. “You said it wouldn’t be like this.”

Lorrie thought for a moment. “I have an idea,” she said. She stood up and went to her dresser and rummaged through a drawer. She pulled out a furry pair of handcuffs. “This way we can play with him…but he can’t play with us. Ok? Sorry, Aidan,” she added as she cuffed my hands behind my back.

The kissing game resumed, and Lorrie and Sarah went at it with a renewed passion. I mostly watched, my hands pinned awkwardly behind my back. Lorrie would kiss me occasionally or run her finger nails down my back, but Sarah seemed intent on winning her “back,” and was gradually succeeding. She kissed Lorrie’s neck. She pulled down a cup of Lorrie’s bra and sucked on her breast. She kissed her all the way down her body and pulled her panties to the side and began to tongue Lorrie’s slit. Lorrie arched her back and moaned. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

I watched with wide eyes. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. The sights and sounds – Lorrie’s flushed skin and little gasps as she moved towards climax, Sarah’s flickering tongue – were overwhelming. I wanted so badly to touch myself but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. I began to hump the bedspread just to feel the silk fabric rub against my erection.

Lorrie opened her eyes and saw me. “Aidan…” she moaned, “…no…the bedspread…OOOH!”

I stopped, and watched as Lorrie’s whole body seemed to shake as she orgasmed. She and Sarah caught their breath for a moment. When they had regained their composure they both stood up and pulled me up off the bed. My cock was completely out of my panties and it stood out straight in front of me.

“Easy enough to take care of, though.” Sarah grabbed my hot shaft and I gasped as she began to tug it gently.

“No, we can’t…not in here,” Lorrie said. She suddenly seemed worried about something. Her cheeks were still flushed and her breast exposed.

Sarah raised her eyebrows questioningly but then seemed to understand. “Oh,” she said. “I see. Still?”

I was barely aware of any of this. All I could focus on was my throbbing erection “Please,” I whispered.

“Oh, I just hate to leave him like this, though,” Lorrie said.

“Hold on,” Sarah said. She stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I moaned. “Sit tight, Pretty One,” she said. “Auntie Sarah will take care of you.”

She came out with a bunch of towels and spread them on the bed.

“There we go,” she said. “This way Baby Aidan can make a mess and Mommy Lorrie won’t get in trouble.”

Lorrie laughed, but it sounded more nervous than amused.

“Be careful, Sarah,” she said.

“Point your thingie towards the towels,” Sarah told me. “If you miss, Mommy will be very angry, Ok? Now just relax.”

She pulled my panties down around my stilettos and began to stroke me ever so gently with one hand, then the other. Up then down, like brush strokes. Then she would grab and squeeze, and tap her fingers like she was playing a flute. She was an expert. She would bring me right up to the edge then stop me right there by pulling away. I was dizzy with pleasure. I couldn’t think or see. My world was her hand. She completely controlled me.

She stopped at a certain point. “This one’s about to cum. Want to finish him off?”

Lorrie shook her head. ‘I…I can’t.”

“Well. I’m not doing it. He’s your little girlfriend.”

I moaned. I was so close.

Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me face down onto the bed, my arms still pinned behind me by the handcuffs. It was a very awkward position. “Aidan, Princess, come lie down on these towels…There you go. Now rub yourself against them like you were doing earlier…That’s it, perfect.”

I did as I was told. It wasn’t as good as her hand had been but all I wanted was release.

She talked to me as I humped the bed. “There you go, Baby. Such a good girl. Such a pretty little girl. So good to your Mommies. Yes. Yes you are.”

The words were degrading but hot in my situation. It had been building all night. I was about to burst against the rough towels. Nothing could stop it.

But then there was a knock on the door. A loud one. Big booming shakes that seemed to resonate through the walls. I stopped and looked up.

“You have to get out of here. Both of you. No it’s too late for that. Oh, God. I completely lost track of time.”

“We can go out the back,” Sarah offered.

“No, he’ll see you.”

Another booming knock. “Lorrie! Open up,” I heard a deep voice call.

“Just a second!” Lorrie answered. “Ok, both you, in the closet. Now!”

Lorrie dragged me towards the closet. I had to shuffle because of the high heels and panties around my ankles. I tripped into the closet and fell on top of a pile of clothes and shoes. Sarah slid in basically right on top of me and shut the door partway, leaving a crack to see out of.

More knocks. “Coming!” Lorrie yelled, and through the crack we could see her hurry out her bedroom door.

“Lorrie!” Sarah stage-whispered. “Aidan’s clothes! And the towels!”

“Shit,” Lorrie said. She turned around and picked them up and disappeared down the hall.

“Come on, Lorrie! It’s freezing out here!” the deep voice said from outside.

A few moments later we saw Lorrie rush down the hall in her bra and panties, her stilettos clicking on the hallway floor. She tucked her breast under her bra as she ran. Was she really going to open the door for this guy dressed like that? Who was it? We heard her open the door. “Happy Birthday, Baby,” she said. I realized who it was. Her boyfriend, Travis. The lingerie had been for him. I was crestfallen.

“My girl’s looking sexy,” Travis said. “But what the hell took you so long to open the door? Is someone here?”

“Nobody’s here, Travis. I just wanted to make sure your present was ready.”

“My present, huh? And what might my present be.”

“Me. This. I picked out this expensive lingerie just for you. Don’t you like it? You said this is what you wanted.”

He paused. I could just imagine him looking her up and down.

“So my present is something I can already have whenever I want?”

“Wiseass. But no, not like this, Baby. Trust me.”

I could hear the sounds of them kissing all the way down the hall. Then footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I saw both of them pass by the closet. Lorrie first in her black bra and panties, the Travis, big and menacing in jeans and flannel. He had a shaved head and meaty arms. Then I heard the sounds of bed springs settling and more making out. This went on for several minutes.

“How do you want me first?” I head Lorrie ask.

Sarah and I were still crammed in the closet, listening and breathing quietly. She was basically on top of me, and I still had a raging hard on. I could smell her hair, her skin, her sex. Her nearly naked body was pressing into mine wasn’t helping matters. Despite the uncomfortable knowledge of what was going on outside, I was still incredibly aroused. But I couldn’t do anything about it. My arms were pinned painfully behind my back because of the handcuffs. I tried to shift my weight and involuntarily rubbed my cock against her legs. It felt so good I did it again. I couldn’t help myself.